And then, my absolute favorite part of Easter, was the walk. The women would stay at the house and gab while cleaning up, while the men went for a walk through the neighborhood and let the kids tag along. The air always felt crisp and fresh, the dalmatian down the street would always come to greet us, and I always got to hold Grandpa's hand.
Unfortunately as I've grown older, these traditions have died along with the people who started them. I think though, that this year, this year I'm bringing back the neighborhood walk. It may not be the same neighborhood, and there may not be anyone walking but me, but I'll be walking. For Uncle Ed and for Grandpa.
And for my Easter traditions.
a few Easter photos from last year
There's one tradition that hasn't died though. And that's laughter. The best tradition of all.
I hope you all have a lovely Easter Sunday!