Easter Sunday is almost over. I have a photo to commemorate the day but really does not say much about my tradition. When I was a kid, we used to paint the eggs, have someone hide them, and hunt them on Easter morning. Today, I pretty much just cracked them into a pan. It was sunny side up for breakfast, and mixed it in a noodle soup for dinner. I also like to recall that I've been an angel once but that's another story.
It has been peaceful and pretty much how I have always wanted my Holy Week. Have a peaceful Easter everyone!