in search of eggs

When I was a kid, there were a lot of things I looked forward to during summer. There's kite-flying, beach outings, summer lessons, and the holy week fun.

Easter Sundays are one of the fondest memories of my childhood. All throughout the solemn holy week, my cousins and I wait anxiously for the weekend, when we get to paint the eggs that we will hunt for and get to design our bunny ears headgear, as well as our Easter baskets. And on the day itself, we get very excited after the Sunday mass. It's a reunion and a party, filled with unadulterated fun.

There is always that kid in you that wishes for the special childhood days once again. So I try as much as I can to also let my son experience what I went through when I was about his age. Even if we don't live in a compound with neighboring relatives, we made it a point to organize our own Easter egg hunt, even with just three kids involved.

the three cousins in their first easter egg hunting

So our Easter Sunday was just that, three kids - Vinzcarl, Raine and our little boy Angelo with thirty five painted eggs to find, it was the first for the three kids and I bet it will be a lasting memory for them.

final dose:
easter in itself is resurrection, resurrection of happiness


posted by A.Cortes on 9:05 AM under



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