Easy like Easter Sunday morning

Each Easter is marked by our usual traditions of egg hunts, peeps and chocolate infused highs.  But this year feels different. Today, my husband turns 40, a milestone that I too grappled with 6 months ago.  We all like to think or be told that our age is only a matter of how we really feel despite how we may really look.   On Chris’s last day of his thirties, he won a running race, proving that he will not fade into any sunsets.  As he called to tell me of his victory, I was busy photographing children doing various Easter egg hunts around the area. It was a strange day for me, as both of my children had outgrown these rites of passage. Yet, I documented them, feeling parents' joy as they watched their toddlers with such adoration.  Age keeps coming, even for my kids and we all have to acclimate in some way or another.  They are at an age where their greatest childhood memories may have already been experienced. But it is now in adolescence that they have a rock solid foundation to grow on.  Their past defines their future.  As we quickly hurdle forward, I hang on to their childhood tightly.  The bunny stopping at our house will have to step up his game.  My kids are keenly aware that the Easter bunny’s shopping habits are eerily similar to their mother’s.   This bunny may have a few tricks left. Yes, my age may lend to having completely forgotten how many eggs were hidden, but they sure were hidden well.  The kids climbed trees looking for the elusive money eggs. I sat laughing on the porch drinking a Peep infused hot chocolate knowing it’s all-good on this Easter Sunday Morning.   

Happy 40th Chris!

Happy Easter to everyone.

May we all stay forever young.