Ediza opened her very own Easter basket this morning. Amber and I have been collecting goodies, like this wooden horse, over the past few weeks to fill her basket with.
Along with being Easter, today was Hazel's 83rd birthday (it was also the first time in those 83 years that her birthday landed on Easter). We had a big feast this evening in celebration of her.
Hazel is Mark's mother and lives in her own section of the house here. She moved to New Zealand from England a few years ago after her husband passed away.
She's quite a remarkable woman and always finds a way to make us laugh -- whether it's reciting old English nursery rhymes to Ediza or reading us entries from her journal when she visited America in 1977.
After dinner, Hazel read an Irish poem about something she knows a thing or two about -- aging gracefully.
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