I just had to share with you my very favorite in the whole world ~ Easter bunny...
Carter, my only little grandchild. I love this little pink one! She lives so far away and we don't get to see and hold her very often. But we Skype about every other day or so. Here she is in her little Easter dress that her grandpa, Mr. Precious, bought for her. She's holding her pink bunny too!
Oh, how I love this little one. Please understand she's our very first grandbaby.
Joyness just floods from my heart!
She's not walking yet, but it won't be long.
This is my favorite snap of her. Just look at that little face! How I love her! :) I almost want to cry because I want to hug and kiss those little pink cheeks! But, they'll be coming for two weeks in June! I can't wait! Now my Little Tiny is all dressed up because she was going to the mall with her mommy and daddy to have her picture taken with the Easter Bunny! How exciting!
Or was it? Look at her little face. She's thinking...I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry! Just get me outta here!
I know this is not very clear, but look at her little mouth. I just laughed so hard when I saw this!! That's my pink Easter bunny, Carter.Make sure you pop, um, I mean hop over to see Beverly and all of the other Pinkies today.
Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)
I'll leave you with a little Note Song~
Easter Parade
In your easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You'll be the grandest lady in the easter parade.
I'll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I'll be the proudest fellow in the easter parade.
On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet,
And of the girl I'm taking to the easter parade.
In your easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You'll be the grandest lady in the easter parade.
I'll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I'll be the proudest fellow in the easter parade.
On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet,
And of the girl I'm taking to the easter parade.
