Our Easter was very domestic and quiet. Not at all exciting or worth note, millions of people celebrate Easter in a very similar way...however I lived such a nontraditional life for such a long time that sometimes going along with tradition seems a bit "kinky" to me. See there? See how I can't even post about something as innocent an innocuous as Easter without using the word kinky.
So yeah, back to our day. It was so cute! The only thing that would have made it perfect would be to add my friends and family from back home. I miss them so much!
When we got up Big made coffee and took me to the grocery store to buy eggs - that's love right there, you'd have to do some hefty convincing to get me to drive to the grocery on easter sunday to buy eggs! Eggs in hand we returned to the apartment where I made bacon cinnamon rolls for brunch and big made a nummy bloody mary for us and then prepped his marinade for the t-bone steaks to come later for Easter dinner. He's old school Italian where it's tradition for the men to do the cooking, it reminds me of Gran Gran, my grandfather, who would also cook the big family meals and I loved it.
The rest of the day is spent playing
Here's the eggs yall. Because you have to look at them. Each one. It is mandatory. And thusly is deemed so.
|Big holding an egg!|
|See those pink bunny pot holders? Big picked those out.|
|I made this one with swirlies and rainbow stripes|
|Big's egg, he's so sentimental!|
|I made this multicolored one with paper flowers and hose|
|My attempt at sentiment, think I'll stick with the swirlies|
|We made one each with fishnets, Big added a flower to his green one|
|We both worked on this one, it's orange and pink and swirly and speckled and it's my favorite one.|