The kids were delighted that the Easter bunny found them all the way in Omaha.
Their OCD sorting tendencies definitely come from me.
One of the best parts about celebrating Easter in Omaha is the backyard egg hunt. Even the blossoms on the trees joined in the festivities.
Looks like a critter got to this egg first! Several eggs were lost to the sugar-loving birds and squirrels.
A photo with our favorite Uncle Lance.
Aaannd, Annie's done.
Easter dinner was amazing!
I'm drooling just at the memory. And yes, I do recognize in the irony in eating ham as we remember our Jewish Lord. But yum!
Hats off to our hosts.
Before we knew it, it was time to take down the smiley face grandchildren's flag and start the long drive back to Salt Lake.
A sad moment, but an absolutely wonderful week.