An Early (and very cold) Easter

The week we got home from Gatlinburg we experienced St. Patty's day and Easter all within 7 days! It's the earliest Easter ever. (Well, not really ever, but at least for my lifetime, and Jack's, too, for that matter.) Jack loved to hunt all 75 of his eggs and wanted to look for even more. I thought that was plenty. They were all confined to his playground, so at least we knew we couldn't miss them by too much. Easter dinner was a treat.