We set the alarm to hide the eggs in the backyard before dawn, so the kids would see them out the windows when they woke up.
I watched the sun rise from the kitchen as I prepared the big holiday feast. It's our first Easter away from family, another holiday we hobble along to create our own traditions which tend to turn out a mix of not really caring how it's done and let's do it just like it's always been.
It's also my dad's birthday. I keep meaning to tell him that the scrape of the spoon against the mug as I stir my coffee makes me think of him, and I am little again, every time. In his honor I think I'm going to take a nap today.