After two days of wedding doings, it was time for our annual Easter party -- a tradition since 1979. The rain that had so kindly held off during the wedding returned and rattled on the roof all night long. But luck was with us (again!) and by morning the rain was gone. We began the day, though, with an intimate little egg hunt for two visiting nephews . . .
Jack and Asher, getting in some practice before the big hunt later in the day.
I suddenly remembered I hadn't yet made the golden eggs for the big hunt...
After tidying up from the day before, we were ready for celebration number three.
The party got under way at one -- we had rehung the quilt for all to see.
As always, kids had a great time exploring . . .
The branch is a magnet for young uns -- sometimes even rubber boots get full of water . . .
Mud pies were popular with this crowd . . .
And this little person tried to understand the new game . . .
While these three hunters ventured farther afield . . .
Eggs, eggs, everywhere . . .
And the occasional meltdown . . .
The egg hunts ended and the adults partied on . . . .
But in the end, it was all about the kids.