…you have to break a few eggs. Fortunately we weren’t making omelets, we were dying eggs. We tried something new this year. We used Kool-Aid to dye the eggs this year. There were plenty of flavors and colors
. Over all I was unimpressed with the results
but this one was about my favorite
. Only our youngest was searching for eggs this year
. My son helped me hide the eggs
while Gabby happily found them and told me if we did a good job hiding each one or not
. Some eggs were plastic and filled with treats while others were just dyed eggs. Either way it was a bucket load of eggs
.
Now the holiday is past, my dear wife just had her birthday and this morning bright and early she left for California for a bridal shower with her friend from work. I feel kind of deflated…I already miss her. The sun rise comforts me
…maybe this is where the proverbial egg gets broken
. If Love didn’t go this morning I’d have never seen it
. She’ll be back in four days so I’ll pull close to the kids and take in the comfort God has to offer
. Watching this black bird bribe his mate with nesting material made me think
absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.