Last year we spent Easter in Pinetop. We did the annual Easter egg hunt and made the mistake of telling Ella all about the golden egg. She didn't find it and was a bit grumpy. This year when talking about Easter and egg hunts, the dreaded golden egg was brought up again. If we tell Cohen about the golden egg, we won't make as big of a deal about it.
It's weird for me looking at these pictures from last year. If you would have told me then that two weeks later we'd find out about my mom and her diagnosis I would have said you're a crazy person. I remember this Easter because she wasn't feeling overly well which was odd...especially for her.
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