Each spring, our very good friend (and very good deacon) Larry Harrell invites our kids to come to his home in nearby Williamsburg to partake of his adorably fluffy baby chicks that have just hatched. Larry, in his ever-accomodating way, makes sure the baby chicks hatch right around Easter, making the event especially heart-warming. This was the first year Anna was old enough - and responsible enough - to hold a chick herself. 
Awwwww....
Awwwww....
Since we came to Cincinnati, we have rarely bought eggs: Larry brings us a dozen or two of his fresh eggs almost every Sunday. Tim jokes that Larry's eggs are so fresh that they're still warm! Tim is so spoiled by Larry's fresh eggs that I can't get him to eat store-bought eggs any miore.
Thank you Larry!!!!