After reminding Katie that there were children younger than her at our community egg hunt, she went into the field and collected exactly six eggs.
It started as an accidental tradition but each year we go to our community egg hunt with my sister and niece and then return to our house to dye eggs. This year the girls did much better with the dyeing although there was still some smashing in the end.
Always a moving and powerful story for Mama and Papa but this year after church Katie asks me, Mommy, do we put spices on our bodies? I didn’t understand at first but through further discussion realized she was talking about Mary Magdalene preparing Jesus’ body for burial. She learned, and remembered the whole Easter story and even corrected me — I said, The angel told Mary not to be sad. to which she replied, No Mommy, there were two angels.
Stefan’s Easter basket (really a bowl) was full of it.
I think every family has a few traditional, always have pretty much the same thing, dinners in their repertoire. For us, Easter is one of them. We shared Easter dinner, prepared by my mom, with my parents, grandmothers, siblings and their families. What a wonderful time.