easter.

Easter morning.

Hadley was as excited as if it were Christmas morning.

And she got her brother equally pumped.

The gal lurves herself a holiday.

Especially a holiday involving candy and presents.

Which is pretty much all of them.

And after breakfast…we were off to see Uncle Easter Bunny.

A tradition.

A tradition that has brought tears to our holiday loving gal each year.

Now that she's seven, I told her it was time to toughen up, time to ditch the tears, time to trust the bunny…I also told her if she cried I was taking her easter basket away.

It worked.

There actually wasn't a tear in the whole bunch.

Record setting year.

Too many Cadbury eggs.