Easter Memories

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.