It was a good time seeing my mom and stepdad for a bit before we all headed over to my aunt's house where the extended clan gathers for Easter. We have several traditions. One of course is the egg hunt at my Mom's. Mr. Lime and the Limelets all protested that it not be held outdoors since snow was falling. (It wasn't accumulating though! What wimps...) A couple of years ago my mother tweaked the tradition though and made the kids start hiding the eggs and the adsults looking for them. She figured it was a way to keep the tradition alive even though the kids were getting into that blase, hard to impress and motivate stage of life.
At my aunt's we have various traditional foods with some variation of additions to the necessities. For years my grandmother made baked pineapple. When she died that responsibility fell to me. Also, it wouldn't be a holiday if my aunt didn't make her graham cracker pie and there wasn't a scramble for the last sliver.
On Easter one tradition stands above the rest. It was started by my great grandmother and has been handed down to each generation in turn. I have been faithful to pass it on to my children as I hope they will pass it to their own when the time comes. Each Easter morning as the children come out to find their baskets of goodies they look in eager anticipation and find....
...the heads of the marshmallow peeps and ears of the marshmallow bunnies bitten off. It's tradition! (Grammy was a real joker!)