Hippity, hoppity...

… Easter’s on its way! For me, Easter is about more than a fluffy, white, bunny that brings chocolate (and Peeps!). This is a time to celebrate Jesus Christ rising from the dead. Our family acknowledges this by attending the Easter service at church and spending the rest of the day celebrating His love for us. Matt and I flit between his family and mine (luckily they both live in the same city) and try not to stuff ourselves too full at any one meal, so we have room to sample all the Easter trimmings at each location. Trust me, this has taken years of practice and we have become pretty good at it. I am quite proud to say that in the (almost 27!) years of my life I have successfully squeezed an Easter basket out of my parents every year. Who says that once you get married (or once your older than 12) you are banned from the basket? Usually my basket consists of Reece’s Peanut Butter Eggs, Starburst Jelly Beans, Peeps, money, nail polish, socks etc. Tell me, do you still get an Easter basket? What’s inside?

peeps and pink = perfection

 the adorable cupcakes my cousin brought to Easter (bonus..they were Funfetti!)