Our Easters were almost always at my grandmother's house. The Easter egg hunt, the Easter ham (grandma didn't care much for turkey or chicken) and grandpa filming it all on a super 8 camera.
And, when you're a kid, you don't care for much more than the candy. I eat less candy these days and I can barely look a "Peep" in the face. Gross.
Here's hoping you make some great memories this weekend.