Easter

I'm kind of an Easter-idiot. I mean in a secular way. I know that this is when Jesus rose from the dead and growing up, we went to Good Friday services. Coming from a small Ukrainian town, Easter also meant decorating pysanky, Ukrainian Easter eggs - authentic with beeswax, dye, and baked in the oven. 

I didn't grow up receiving Easter baskets or doing Easter egg hunts or taking pictures with the Easter bunny. I only found out about these "traditions" recently - maybe a couple of years ago? maybe less... so I didn't expect to do anything for Gemma or give her any gifts and she definitely isn't getting any chocolate... 

Jesse grew up doing Easter egg hunts, i guess, but he's never the one to take charge of organizing some kind of an event or day for Gemma, so it was just "understood" that nothing "special" was going on this weekend. 

We did end up going to Edmonton, however, and spent Easter with my cousins. My little cousins are 9 and 7 and so their parents I guess do an egg hunt for them each year. They did their hunt before the church service at 11 and were nice enough to include Gemma in the fun. and Gemma "found" EIGHT eggs! It was sooooo cute to see her light up when she would find an egg and then put it in her little basket. She just seemed to know what she was supposed to do and she seemed so proud of herself whenever she "found" an egg. 

So perhaps i ought to adopt this into a tradition of our own?? Of course, without forgetting God...