Easter at my grandma's is a tradition.
It's my constant:
There will always be ham,
green bean casserole,
jello of some kind,
and about a billion easter egg hunts.
Because one is just never enough.
And I know that these moments at my grandmas' house for holiday's won't last forever. And lately that has been on my mind more than ever. She has been the one who created these traditions, these memories, and I don't think I'd be the mom I am if it wasn't for her. She's old school and they don't make'em like her anymore.
(my sister is pregnant...and was eating jello & pickles. )
(Lucas discovered jelly beans)