Lots of people were missing from our traditional Easter Egg Hunt this year. We knew the scattering was inevitable. It is the way of life, and it isn’t a bad thing. I’m glad our children are living productive lives and influencing their communities – even if they are hundreds of miles away from where they were born.
Instead of focusing on the gaps, though, I was determined to contemplate gratitude. The list of things to be thankful for this year were endless, of course. Here are just a few:
Macy unwraps her candy
Traditions – Macy is the youngest this year in a long line of great-grandchildren who have hunted eggs on Grandpa’s farm. This event goes back so far that I remember Easter picnics at my own Great-grandmother’s farm.
Grandpa give instructions
My Dad: Who was so sick at Christmas we weren’t sure he’d see another Easter, let alone hide the eggs and give the annual Rules for the Hunt.
And Cousins of all ages: From Jake and Macy in the preschool set to Grandma and Norma who have qualified for the senior citizen’s discount for a couple of decades now! We are blessed.
Jake and Macy with Felicity
Grandma and Cousin Norma
I’ve noticed a cool thing about kids. You really only have to do something once for them to say of it, “Remember how we used to…” It’s kind of comforting, because I fail sometimes at consistency. Still, this is one tradition I’m so glad we’ve done again and again and again.
Macy in her “Easter bonnet” was so adorable!
Felicity thinks Macy might have picked that hat because she could hide under it so well.