Easter Astray

I knew I'd miss my family terribly during Christmastime, but this Easter season is bringing a terrible heartache that I wasn't expecting!  We've spent every Easter with my parents (and sisters) since Miley was one year old.
Everything Easter reminds me of my mother; bright sunshine, cool breezes, flower blossoms, and calming pastels.  Being outside makes me think of her, and I wonder if she is weeding her flowerbed too.

Then Don starts a fire in the pit and that reminds me of my dad.  My dad with a hotdog on a stick with a bag of marshmallows in his lap.  Classic.  I love my dad for so many reasons, but being the greatest grandpa is the best thing that he has ever done for me.  Grandpa loves to play with the kids, and the kids are always greedy for his attention.

I've never had to put too much effort into Easter because Grandma S. has always made it perfect!  Nice decorations, wonderful food, a craft or a game for the kids-- it all equaled out to an excellent holiday with me doing nothing!  (I've been so spoiled.)  It's almost like this Easter is a little crooked, or has gone astray or something.  It's not quite right.

So this Easter, I've got to do something that might make up for the fact that Easter is Grandparent-less.  :(   And Aunt-less.  :(

So far, none of my ideas are good enough.  However, a bonfire and ice cream party fits with tradition, and you don't mess with tradition!

Since I'm reminiscing, I thought I'd throw in a few old Easter pics.

I miss the fam-damly.  So dern much!

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