My sweet Gryffin John had an Easter party at preschool, and I got to share it with him.
I loved to watch him following along enthusiastically with his teachers.
And scooping up eggs on the egg hunt in his milk carton bunny.
His tissue cross was the most colorful--I think Lorelei's taught him a thing or two about art.
I just want to know what he's thinking. He looks like the cherubs from Raphael's famous painting, the one hanging on our bedroom wall that Mark got me as a birthday present when I was sixteen (it still has the sweet poem he wrote me on the back). Every time I see those curly haired cupids, I think of my Gryffin.
It's the Superman prayer that Gryffin loves. "Thank you God, for giving us food!"
And the view from my car on Good Friday...