It's not about the eggs. The thousands of plastic eggs scattered across the soccer field were there just to hold joy for a little while. To bottle it up and spread it around some. They did that well.  Little faces watched expectantly for the ridiculous bunny to start the race. Little people were ringing the edge of the field in anticipation, hearts racing when the whistle blows. There was the happy surprise of a new bunny erasers and hair ties.  The bliss that is a balloon tied around your wrist. There is always time for that, even during weeks like this, so we got the older girls settled and resting (wisdom teeth out yesterday) and slipped out for an hour to make memories.  

It will be a simple holiday here. Semi-homemade. We have girls who are still under the weather and a big month ahead.  It's all about easy and fun right now. I figure they aren't going to remember if I nailed that recipe or if their dresses were perfect.  They are going to remember if they laughed.  So we are laughing. : )