
Growing up, my grandmother would set an extravagant "kids-only" table for any major holiday meal. So, this is our makeshift attempt at Meg & Tim's. Cole ended up with the short end of the stick - a piece of butcher block teetering on a chair in front of him. We tried to play up the excitement of having a kids' table, but Cole was too smart to believe his situation was privileged. Claire and Ollie were, understandably, a bit more pleased.
Here's the rest of us (minus Kris):

Dave and Papi slept at our house the night before. Papi was relegated to the couch (decidedly NOT a pull-out), and didn't actually get to even attempt sleep until after we stopped painting in the kitchen around 12:30am. (If not for Tim's help, we would have still been painting during the easter sunrise service.) And Dave, having mistaken Steven's early-morning trip to the bathroom as a wake-up call, was up and showered by 4am to get ready for church, which wasn't going to start until 8. To the extent that some of us do not look our best, some grace is appreciated.