As a kid, I remember Easter as being a time to colour eggs, go to church, eat a big meal with family and friends and giant Easter egg hunts. To this day, the smell of vinegar reminds me of colouring eggs. These memories are so fresh in my mind that it feels like yesterday. Memories of different egg hunts and big family gatherings always bring a smile to my face. It is what I want for my kids. Stories to tell their kids, memories that bring a smile, a laugh or a giggle. So I really wanted to spend Easter where I grew up and share some of that with my kids. And we did it up right. The kids had a wonderful time reliving family traditions and etching out stories that we can talk about and retell over and over again.
There is a running joke in my family that I was never that great at the Easter egg hunt (still not that good, if we are keeping track). I think it has less to do with my athletic prowess and more to do with the fact that I start eating as soon as I find something edible. I am no fool, I know chocolate doesn't last forever. Let's just say that Sarah does not take after me in this regard. She was focused and totally on her game for the Easter egg hunt.
Our adventures also included:
Lady bugs. Sarah's discovery of a lady bug on her shirt was thrilling. She is learning about insects at pre-school and so she was especially interested in taking a closer look at the lady bug who did not want to leave her side.
A beautiful spring sunset.
And of course, a family run in picture because that in itself is becoming a family tradition.
“Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.”
Tell about it.”