Hippity Hoppity

 Sunday, April 7, attempting to pay attention to General Conference in our 'King Benjamin Tent.' We're pretty stickler-ish about GC participation on Sunday. But the Saturday session? Always interrupted by festivities...such as an Easter Egg Hunt.

 And then there were two...two age-appropriate Crawfords, allowed to participate in public egg hunts. Sigh.

 Always easier to shoot an egg hunt from the back. Don't know why.

 Gracie Lou and I, braving the crowds at Park Meadows' Easter Bunny display...I HATE that they've gone all corporate and won't let you take your own photos anymore. We paid for a 5x7, but then the digital images? You have to shell out to publish them! Seriously! Bitter!  But we did get this dandy balloon wrist corsage.

 Coloring eggs.

 More. Shane just puts a spin on every activity that's hard to resist.

 Thanks to a later church time, the kiddos could enjoy their Easter fixin'ins beforehand (which I'm sure the Primary teachers just LOVED and appreciated so much!).

 Peeps on a stick. That Bunny. Ingenious.

 The kids got their usual delivery from The Bun: candy, videos (Happy Feet Two, TinTin, etc.) and these beautiful Manning t's. Unhappily, even the King of Easter couldn't procure jerseys on such short notice. Hmmmmph.

They clean up nicely, don't they?

All Good Colts Grow Up to be Broncos

 Just to chronicle this for posterity...

I am the daughter of a Denver Broncos original season ticket holder. My entire life has been conducted, for the most part, in front of an orange and blue football backdrop, but there were definite moments in life when the Broncos weren't the backdrop, but the forefront. Many, many moments. My father was a Broncos lovah. And once I was of an appropriate age, I followed suit. I've rooted for clothing all my life, particularly orange and blue clothing, and whomever wears it. My exile in California was pure frustration, largely because that gentleman pictured below, my hero of all time, Mr. John Elway, finally got his Super Bowl ring, and capped off his career with yet another.  Imagine my chagrin upon moving back to Denver, only to have Jay Cutler at the helm. Then Kyle Orton, for criminy's sake. And then, like a ray of heavenly sunshine through the clouds, they played Tebow. As a lark. To shut up the fan base. Who then, in a wildly improbable manner, propelled our boys to many last-minute and inexplicable wins. Took us to the 2nd round of the playoffs, even.

 We were thrilled with our Timmy. What he lacked in ability he more than made up with leadership, humility, guts, determination and passion - and the whole over-the-top Christian thang, which bothered some, was just icing on the cake. In love with the boy. And then we saw this picture. Which changed everything. 'Cause Peyton Manning, possibly a Bronco? Tim WHO?

Pins and freaking needles for 10 days, people. ESPN on a nonstop loop (yeah, you know it is anyway around here, but, still). And then, lo and behold, all my wishes, all my dreams, all my quarterback coveting since the day this kid graduated from Tennessee, is ours. I try not to p ersonally appropriate him. I really do. But my fabulous Peyton, here, remaking Broncos football in his own likeness and image. No, really.