Oh was Easter three months ago? That’s funny, because it feels like just yesterday.
Holidays are infinitely more magical as seen through the eyes of a three year old. She still talks about the doll the Easter Bunny brought her, and every time she mentions it I revel in her sweet innocence.
And then she asks me to play dolls with her for the thousandth time that hour, and I realize I might need to have a talk with a certain Easter Bunny.