Easter Traditions

It’s a weird feeling when things changes slowly over time. For years, we would drape the dining room table with newspapers, fill the cups with hot water, vineager and the dye, then watch as white eggs were transformed into colored ovals. Crayons and stickers came later as the kids became more sophisticated. Names and faces would appear white as the eggs emerged from their dye baths. Fingers would change colors. I’d get up early and add the goodies to the kids Easter basket then traipse outside with the dog and hide the eggs.
Slowly, the eggs changed from colored real eggs to plastic. The candy changed to personal favorites–KitKats for one, Snickers for another, Fundip for the third.
After the sun came up I’d hear the kids rummaging through the basket then the squeak of wet hands on glass as they’d try to see outside for the eggs–the plastic ones contained money. There’d be flip-flops and untied sneakers as the basket bounced against their legs as they started their search. My husband always provided the one with the least booty a bit of help. The dogs always tried to eat the real eggs.
Last would come the big breakfast complete with hard boiled egg duels. Then the obligatory peeling of the Easter eggs to devil them for dinner and company.
This last Sunday marked the first time we didn’t have hard boiled eggs or an egg hunt. My kids woke up one-by-one, grabbed their baskets off the table then squirreled the booty away in their rooms and returned the empty basket. My oldest daughter spent the morning with her boyfriend’s family. There were no egg duels and my youngest just had 6 wisdom teeth removed, so she skipped breakfast too.
Time had changed us.
But as we gathered with family for dinner, with deviled eggs, I wondered how long it would be before this too would change.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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