Easter Monday in France is as big as Easter day. We had lunch which was breakfast and sat outside and soaked in the big blue sky and sun. As Chelsea and Sacha live in Paris, where there are more grey days than London, soaking in the sun in Provence was their "Golden Egg" desire!
Chels and Sach, as I call them, got sunburned. Well sun-kissed on their noses.
Late afternoon nap.
This was my "golden egg",
to have my family simply together enjoying the day, nothing planned except breakfast at lunch and soaking in the sun.
Yann and Sacha… men enough to cuddle. Father being a Papa and Son being a child. We all long to be a child in our parent's arms don't we?
So sweet: Napping.
Reality check of Easter weekend of being together.
Dishes, constant dishes. Food. Cooking. Dishes.
And calories consumed.
Evening falls.
xxx
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