When Easter comes around I can't help but think of my grandma Gates. When I was little, my brother and cousins would go to her home for the afternoon and dye eggs. It was something I always looked forward to and will hold those memories near and dear to my heart.
On Saturday night, I helped Kaitlyn dye some eggs. Sarah didn't get to "help" this year. It would've been a disaster. She is such a climber and I was afraid she would have been all over the table spilling the cups. 
Sorry Sarah. Maybe next year?
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