Easter Sunday, 2004, Caitlin at my mother’s farm (it’s hard to believe she was ever this little)
Happy Easter Ya’ll!
We’ve already had Starburst jelly beans for breakfast and now we’re moving our way through a one-pound bag of pastel M&Ms. I think I polished off the mini Musketeers last night.
God has blessed me with the ability to somehow have PMS during every major holiday. It’s a burden, but someone must eat all the rejected chocolate at our house.