Easter Sunday
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What Easter Means to Me Now
Happy Easter Sunday, sweet friends. It’s early morning, and we’re only just beginning to toss around ideas for how the day will unfold. No grand plans. No strict agenda. Just coffee in hand and the familiar feeling of spring in the air. Yesterday we spent most of the day outside—yard…
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Pickin’ Eggs and Pickin’ Memories
An Ode to a Family Easter Tradition When I think about Easter growing up, I don’t immediately picture chocolate bunnies or big pastel baskets. Nope. For me, Easter always meant family, food, and one very specific tradition: picking eggs. Or as some might know it, egg tapping. Now if you’ve…