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Happy Easter!~

Hubby, Brice, and Carrie looking at the cakes she baked for him. I think his smile is the seal of approval! :)
My baby girl in her Easter dress. Can't believe she will turn 18 next month. Where has the time gone? ::sniff::

Phillip and I-he was my classmate and friend for many years. Now he is my stepuncle. Whoda thunk it? He has colon cancer. Please keep him in your prayers!~


Brice modeling the new outfit we bought him.



Have you ever seen anything so sweet?




Brice found his first Easter egg!~





I think Brice liked his fish the best. He was scared of the blue gorilla, lol.






Brice examing the loot with my daughter, Carrie.







Brice, my great nephew, reaching for his birthday cake that my daughter baked for him. As you can see by the photos, we had a nice Easter. Hope you did too!


















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Linda :) said…
Awwwwwwwwwww everyone looks so nice... :)

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