Easter, family, and our toddler

The memory that floods my mind as I recall last Easter is driving home from spending the day with family and seeing my baby in the rearview mirror.  As her reflection smiled back at me, I noticed that our infant became a baby overnight.

This Easter, our little baby is a toddler.  I have no words.

This is a quick photo recap of our Sunday – the basket, the family, and the toddler.

And just for comparison, this is P from Easter 2011:

I know I’ve heard this over and over again, so excuse my repetitiveness as I say: what a different a year makes!

Happy Monday, peeps!