04/07/2026
Easter morning looked a little different.
I had spent the morning making homemade noodles for chicken and noodles, using these beautiful eggs gifted by my girls. Somewhere between the flour, the eggs, and the memories, I cried a little.
All the firsts can feel a little overwhelming.
My first Easter without my mom.
My first Easter as a grandma.
Making chicken and noodles like Grandma used to felt like a hug from heaven. A little love, a little grief, and a whole lot of gratitude wrapped up in one simple meal.
Happy Easter (a few days late) from our farm to yours. 🤍