I realize I’m not the only one Easter snuck up on this year, but forshizzle, I almost missed it. I started the month with big plans — hopeful thoughts of getting wheat grass planted in plenty of time. But it didn’t happen. Here’s how it went down at our house:
And our pathetic Easter dinner (taco salad was on the menu, because I’m seriously not kidding about Easter sneaking up on me) was saved by an invitation to a real-Easter-dinner-plus-egg-hunt Sunday evening. Where the food was so yummy and the company so delightful that this Easter-that-almost-wasn’t was possibly our favorite Easter yet.
One last highlight: an unexpected Easter package from Lindsey — full of an assortment my very favorites — pear Jelly Belly’s, sour candies and caramels. It was a generous package, but she picked my favorites so precisely that it lasted about 5 minutes in my able hands.