Me, the morning before Easter morning.
A good-sported Mr. Med planned an Easter egg hunt in line with the many many many easter egg hunts of my past. This is how it always begins:
Me, the morning before Easter morning.
A good-sported Mr. Med planned an Easter egg hunt in line with the many many many easter egg hunts of my past. This is how it always begins:
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I hope there was a special egg :)
Haha, there wasn’t! But the whole thing was pretty special. Mr. Med was pretty shocked, I think, at how entirely satisfied, giggly and ridiculously happy i was at hunting for eggs.
I think that is insanely sweet of him to do that for you! I hope one day we can all do it together again and I hope Mr. Med can make it because he really hasn’t experienced the true madness or fierce competition of 4 people running after plastic eggs :)