Is there an egg in there?
Grandma always hides one there.
Looking for one last egg. Your getting hot Tyler.
Opening up the eggs.
Yesterday we went to sioux city and had a traditional and delicious steak supper with grandma and grampa.
Before we enjoyed the supper they had an egg hunt for Tyler. Twelve hidden eggs, in a confined space, and you didn't have to move anything. Easy right?! Wrong! They were twelve eggs that looked liked basketballs and were dark brown in color. He needed a few hunts but eventually found them all.
We reminisced about past eggs hunts and had a few chuckles.
After a quick nap we went to Easter vigil service. We came home with full bellies, a little extra cash in Tyler's pocket and a renewed spirit in our soul. Happy blessed Easter.
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