As a child, one of my favorite times of the year and best memories made with my cousins was hunting Easter eggs in Bubba and Popa Frank’s front yard. I remember the colors of the grass and sky being so vivid, the sun so bright, the yard so huge, and the adventure so limitless. We just ran from egg to egg and laughed and played. Now, I’m sure the reality is that we were all fighting over eggs and whining about the heat, but I’m grateful that time erases all of those memories (although I do remember William tricking all the girl cousins with a hand shocker thing one year and making us mad).
Yesterday, we planned on taking Helen Grace to Bubba’s church Easter egg hunt. She has been fighting some kind of cold or allergy these last two days, so she’s been a little tired and cranky. When we got to Bubba’s before the hunt, my aunts and uncles were there and Helen Grace became super shy and clingy. We decided that it was probably best to not throw her into a whole new environment in such a state of hot mess, so we just stayed at Bubba’s and hunted eggs in her front yard.
What a flood of memories! I was so excited to watch my little blonde baby running around Bubba’s big trees and flowerbeds with her Easter basket. I am so blessed.
She eventually figured out that there was “CHOC!” inside the eggs, so she got a little distracted as she tried out all the different kinds of treats. Enjoy the pics!
From the before mentioned hand shocker Easter egg hunt, probably 1990?? P.S. You are not allowed to make fun of my glasses and/or hair.
Tuckered out from the hunt, she spent most of the afternoon in either my lap or Granddaddy’s lap.
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