When I was little, Home for a Bunny was probably one of my most favorite books. Every night, my mom would sit my brother and I down for a bedtime story. I am reminded each Easter of the beginning of longer days, warm sunshine and greening grass, and Home for a Bunny encompasses those feelings.
Blake and I dyed Easter eggs together. I, of course, got in trouble for getting dye on the counter. Blake quickly followed behind me with a damp rag. Messy, messy, messy.
Here is our finished result:
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