Easter changes as we all go through life. When I was a kid, I loved the candy. Then the opportunity to dress up – still a favorite.
When my kids were little, Easter was a blur – buying the candy at Aglamesis, dyeing the eggs – and then on Easter, getting them dressed and off to family gatherings in Springfield.
When grandson Patrick was small was the best. We’d color 4 dozen eggs on Saturday, and on Sunday morning, I’d get to hide them all over the living room – and try to keep track as he searched them out. Occasionally, we’d find one or two a couple of weeks later.
And it was less hectic, because we started the tradition of spending the day with my Glendale sister and her kids out in Sharonville and environs.
Which is what we still do.
So I got up this morning, made more Irish soda bread – since Easter was so close to St. Paddy’s this year – then made tabouleh, read the New York Times on line and the Enquirer on the couch, did the puzzles and had a leisurely journey to the gathering.
One great Easter surprise and present was the arrival of my DC grandson, Kyle, on the doorstep last evening. He did the same thing this afternoon – surprising the gathering with his unannounced arrival.
An excellent grandmother Easter.