Despite our best efforts to stress the "true" meaning of Easter, Loryn still protested when she found out that we would, in fact, be attending church on Easter. "We're doomed!" she shouted in dismay. But we assuaged her fears by assuring her that the Easter Bunny would still have time to visit. And he did indeed.
After church, I hosted Easter Dinner at our house for my parents, brothers, and dear Papa Ace. It was a great dinner, but it wouldn't have been Easter at the Ross house without watching the Masters right after dinner got over.
Anyway, I'll just shower you with pictures because I'm at a total loss for anything witty or interesting to say. Easter is Easter, you know. Eggs, bunnies, candy, church, and all that jazz.