We drove 14 hours back and forth to Savannah this weekend to spend Easter with the Cohens: Nikki, Steven and (of course) little Cole. Oh .... baby Cohen has not yet made an official appearance but we did say hi to Nikki's belly.
We had a blast.
There was the traditional Easter egg hunt on Sunday where Cole made the rounds picking up easter eggs packed with little mini race cars in each one.
Well ... all but the one I helped him find (the running joke was Papa got the dud).
He also learned how to blow bubbles and eat the little plastic thing that holds the soapy mess.
He got a new outfit from Dede and Papa and proudly wore his cool cap for a photo.
Then he posed for another with both Papa and Dede.
One thing about Cole ... he never gets tired of taking pictures or watching himself on video. The kid's a real ham.
Sadly, we said our goodbyes and headed back to St. Pete. At a gas station in Brunswick, we caught sight of a full moon. I don't know if that was a sign but I have covered it with a "puff" to protect you from the sight that scarred (and scared) us for miles.
Then ... as we were heading over the Howard Franklin in the rain ... the sun just set behind the clouds. I'll take that as a sign ... Easter Miracles do happen.