(Due to travel, I was delayed in posting this. With any luck, I'll do another post this evening to catch up a bit.)
I am writing from a hotel room. It is just after 6 a.m. and all my children are still sleeping. Early riser Clare opened her eyes for about 30 seconds, mumbled nonsense and went back to sleep. Baby Anne slept soundly through the night and is still sleeping. We are on our way to visit family, but I don't think it is the trip exhausting them. I suspect the are still recovering from Easter Sunday.
Easter has become a favorite day for our family. While remaining special, unlike many family traditions, our Easter changes from year-to-year. A few years ago, after attending Mass ourselves, we joined our Antiochian Orthodox neighbors for an Easter dinner of splendid Middle Eastern food. We then headed to their church for Vespers followed by a visit from the Easter Bunny and an Easter egg hunt. We headed from there to a dinner with my husband's work colleagues.
Last year we hosted a brunch ourselves. While our brunch was great fun, Meg and Clare mostly remember running around Nicole's empty apartment (she and her husband had just finished moving to their new home) and learning to play dreidel from Nicole's husband (I am certain Easter dreidel playing will catch on).
This year was the year of the egg hunts.
After quickly checking out their Easter baskets Sunday morning, Meg and Clare headed to the front yard for an egg hunt with their neighbor friends. (See picture above and note the kids were still in pajamas). While Clare found the most eggs of any of the children, she was quite disappointed that it was Meg who found the large golden egg.
Following the egg hunt, we ate a nice breakfast (ham, eggs,and Rhode Island egg biscuits). We then quickly dressed and headed to Mass. What a beautiful Mass! We then headed to a friend's house for Easter brunch. The kids hunted eggs, played with dogs and ate a ridiculous amount of food. The other children at the brunch were new to Meg and Clare but they all became fast friends and there were many tears when we had to leave.
From the brunch we went to an egg hunt and happy hour hosted by a family from Meg and Clare's school. The girls were already so tired from playing hard all day long, but they quickly recovered and ran up and down the steep hill of the backyard.
Everyone was quick to go to sleep that night. What a wonderful day of seeing old friends and meeting new friends.