Easter Pictures

My grandmother's tulips.

My grandmother and I have an annual egg dying tradition, since before I can remember.

Gramps

 

Eric wrote on an egg and dropped it in without telling me what was on it, left the room. I got it out a few minutes later and it said:

"Fav Dates

7-3 (the day we met)

2-9 (my birthday)

11-10 (our wedding date)"

Oh, he's a keeper. ♥ 

 

Almost...31 weeks.

Granny's begging dog, Granny's slippers, my toes.

My triple-dipped egg.

Zoomy Java!