Easter at My House

For years my Easter was just about as full of traditions as the other annual holidays, but then my children grew up and out of the need of one vital one: Hunting Easter eggs.

And then my children moved out and on with their own lives, leaving me to color eggs for only my own consumption.

I missed hiding them so much for my kids that when my new husband saw how sad it made me, he humored me and let me hide them for him to find. This year my littles (the grandsons) are going to be at our home, so I get to push the traditions into full swing, which will give my Hubbin a break from the embarrassment of being a full-grown man strolling around our back yard with a basket, looking for the eggs I’ve hidden for him.

Well, I may make a special one for him anyway, because that’s just how I roll. I DO love that man of mine!