Hunting for Eggs

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Stross made sure we hunted for eggs in my parents' yard this weekend. Kudos to Grandma Fran for her ability to kick into high gear and prepare for the hunt on short notice. Her grandbabies may be teenagers now, but they are not too old to enjoy the harried pace of the hunt.

Chocolate candies, jelly beans, coins.

Mostly pure fun.

And watching Stross navigate the yard while listening to his incessant, delightful chatter? Pure joy.

Involuntary joy.

May you be renewed in this season of renewal.

May you find joy in simple moments.
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