Listening To: Hosanna by Brooke Fraser
I watched Models of the Runway (for the first time). Dear Jonothan, that jerky move toward your model almost cost you my vote! I would switch to Maya but I'm pretty sure she's leaving this week on her own accord. *sigh* Now I'm torn.
I can't think of a specific tradition my fam has on Easter. Isn't that bizarre? Christmas is jam packed with traditions, some of which are completely absurd in a good way (like honking at houses with lots of lights). But Easter is more mellow. We're all together, which is the best part anyway. We hang out. We go to church. When I was a kid, we had Easter egg hunts.
A few years ago, I was chatting with some folks about Easter egg hunts. This girl asked if we had a prize egg when we were kids, and I said yes. She said her dad used to put $100 in their prize egg.
I said, "... there was something in your prize egg?!"
The "prize egg" was hypothetical in my house. Like, we decided the purple plastic egg was the "prize egg." The prize was just the satisfaction of knowing you'd won. One hundred dollars?! It would have been a brawl. I don't even recall my parents sticking chocolate in the prize egg. (Although they did give us baskets laden with candy - which was fabulous).
Anyway. I would love to hear your Easter traditions too, if you feel like sharing twice :)
I'm hoping to post a story on Friday that's a bit more serious (a bit ... it involves cowboys) and coincides with Easter. But just in case I'm not able to finish, I hope your weekend is lovely. I may not have any ongoing traditions, but it's still a weekend that means the world to me. It makes me sad and hopeful and introspective. And it makes me very aware that everything around me is coming to life again.
(I snapped this photo in my backyard. From that angle, I think it looks totally storybook ;)