When the Children Returned

Before Easter, Jack asked if they'd be looking for eggs at our house this year ...

did he remember last year?  

Most likely last year was one they will all remember ... 

maybe not the fact that we did not eat dinner together, 

but looking for treats we had hidden in each of their own yards, still made it special.  

This year, on Good Friday, we celebrated our first Easter in this house.

There were plenty of new hiding spots and

we were all grateful that the rain held off.

The goal was to find a basket or treat bag with your name on it

and keep quiet if you found someone else's ...

and while they looked, they collected individual eggs strewn about. 

Someone found theirs! 

I tell myself that next year I will not take pictures but simply catch the 

feeling I sense when they have gathered their loot.

Or is it the photos that bring back that feeling?  

A new yard, a new place to sit and unpack

and start reading

or merely get to the bottom of the bag.

New frisbees soon went sailing across the yard and the rain still held off.

It was so good to be together ...

the smallest ones coloring,

girls whispering secrets in the playhouse,

boys getting out the basketball,

adults visiting ...

and then we had a second meal, even if just leftovers.

Just the way the adult kids remembered it to be 

back in their own childhood. 

And we all took for granted that Oma never ran out of food. 

❤❤❤