Easter weekend

It's a rainy weekend - Easter weekend - and seemed like a good time to look through photo albums for reminders of holidays past. Of course I found annual recording of our Easter activities - year after year of Todd helping me color eggs. (I have year after year of pumpkin carving at Halloween, turkey-leg eating at Thanksgiving, and tree trimming at Christmas too. We seem to have managed such traditions well, or at least consistently.)

For Todd it wasn't the coloring of eggs that was the thrill though. It was The Hunt. He loved to hunt for hidden eggs - and he loved to hide them. Every Easter afternoon was spent stuffing eggs under pillows and inside the piano and underneath the cat, and then desperately trying to remember where that last one was that we hadn't been able to find. And not just on Easter afternoon either - a week wasn't long enough to satisfy this passion.

And I know, that if he'd been here this weekend, that's what we would be doing.

A good tradition. Lots of fun. Good memories.

Happy Easter!