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It's beginning to look a lot like Easter...


I have spent many Easter picnics bundled up in my picnic blanket and with the cooler weather earlier this week, it seemed like this year would be the same. However, the sun showed up near the end of the week in time for our Easter gathering with friends. We met at a local park on Saturday where we shared an Easter feast and put together an egg hunt for the kids. One of Davin's friends brought a dump truck to play with in the sand; dump trucks are a new fascination for Davin, so much so that we had to beg him to leave it to hunt for eggs. He had a great time finding the eggs once he figured out what was going on.

On Sunday, Chris gave a beautiful talk in church. Davin, Rowan and I enjoyed it from the mother's lounge as Davin bolted during the sacrament and wouldn't go back into the chapel. In the afternoon, we took a walk on Wake Forest University's campus and enjoyed their spring flowers and blossoms. Later that evening, my cousin, Laura, came over for dinner and we had a Mediterranean-style meal with lamb, Greek salad, pitas, hummus, and tzatziki sauce. It was Rowan's first Easter, though I'm not sure the holiday will mean much to him until next year.

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Sara said…
Very nice pictures of you family. You are such the artist! And thanks again for the picnic we all had a great time.
March 25, 2008 at 12:36 PM
Janine said…
Great pictures! I finally made it here to check them out... :) I can't wait until we cook our lamb!
March 28, 2008 at 12:35 PM
Jenny said…
Seems like such a long time since we have gotten together. You do such a great job with your photography. I have always wanted to be a professional photographer- but maybe in the next life. Cute blog. I would expect no less!!Jenny
March 31, 2008 at 7:22 PM
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