My Grandpa was a minister, so church was always the first thing every Easter! He preached hell-fire and brimstone...Pentacost, but the most gentle man I've ever known. And he always went on and on about how beautiful all 3 of his granddaughters were in their new Easter outfits! That made us feel so special.

We have an Easter egg hunt every year for the 2 grandkids that even the grown ups get a kick out of doing. My oldest daughter doesn't have children so I have a grand-doggie from her that hunts eggs as excitedly as his human cousins! Such fun! And then the boys get to fly their little kites, which is always an Easter basket staple. It's the simple things, like flying a kite, that bring the most laughs at my house.

Tami