Friday, John, Niki, Alex and I went to Good Friday Communion Service (Cody worked). I can't say it was uplifting, really, but I can say it was personal and meaningful. Our pastor asked, "What do you say to people on Good Friday?" I hadn't thought about it until then. I still don't know.
Saturday didn't start out terribly well for Cody--he went to work not feeling well and collapsed into a deep sleep when he got home Saturday night. We were just fixing to color eggs, so it was a bummer for Alex. He gets a kick out of all things his big brother and big sister join in him doing.
(he mumbled "Mom, turn off the camera...I know what you're doing" when I snuck this one in)
Alex and his cat, Jack, just before a healthy breakfast of Peeps chased down by some Snickers eggs.
Dinner this holiday was much different that the last two. Niki's presence at our table was so wonderful.