It's a good thing Trudy won't remember her first Easter. There was no church service, pretty dress, ham, or egg hunt, and her basket sat forlornly on the kitchen counter all day. That's how you "celebrate" Easter with a sick mom. I'm thankful that sickness struck on a Sunday since Dave was able to keep her most of the day while I rested. Fast forward to Tuesday and I staged a photo so we'll have something to scrapbook. Here's the dress she would have worn and the Easter basket she got two days late. Inside is her Sweetsation Therapy bath soak (that we've already used, but hey she doesn't know that!) and a onesie from Pickled Lily.