YOu’ve got the before, when everyone is in their nice new clothes, hunting eggs in the sunshine.
And the after, when the baby is bare-assed naked, watching her favorite cartoon.
In between you had mum cooking (eh–it was only good because we eat out so much it was a shock to the system!), company, some favorite movies, a kick-ass version of Suffragette City on ‘Rock Band’, and a whole bunch of chocolate.
It wasn’t martha stewart, but it was us, and I’m good with that.
I hope your Easter was as precious–
Amy Lane
