I love being a grandma. Of course, when Nanahood first found me I wasn't ready. I was way to young to be a grandmother! But now I'm glad I became a grandmother at a young age because I have (well, almost) enough energy to keep up with my granddaughters. Every year we take some special grandmother-granddaughter time together and call it Nana Camp. (An idea I shamelessly stole from my friend Debbie Macomber.) This week during spring break we were off to the ocean. The weather wasn't the best, but here in the Pacific Northwest we never let a little thing like the weather bother us. (As you can see by the smiling faces at the community pool.) In addition to swimming and cookie baking and playing games, we also had a short morning Bible study. That was how the days began and they always ended with a movie. I can now say that I have seen "Hotel Transylvania". Ah, life is good. And even more fun when Gerhardt can join the party, which he did on our last day. Then it was time for more company. And more rain. But hey, all that moisture is good for your skin, right? Right!

I love Easter! I love the message of salvation, resurrection, and hope. For years I was in charge of the music at church and then getting the family Easter dinner pulled together. But we moved and now are at a new church where all I have to do is show up. And the same goes for dinner. My longsuffering son-in-law has taken over that particular holiday dinner. Now all I have to do is bring the cake to decorate and the candy to hide. And not only do I get out of having to make the meal, I get to take home the ham bone for split pea soup. How cool is that?!
One of the highlights of the afternoon for my daughter and me is hiding those eggs. We not only hide them for the kids. We hide them for the big boys, too. (The guys have their goodies tucked inside "dinosaur eggs" - bigger, natuHere are Gerhardt and my son-in-law proudly displaying their girlie baskets full of goodies. My daughter and I love watching two grown men running around the yard looking for plastic eggs full of candy. But we also like to hunt for goodies, so we've decided that next year the boys are going to have to hide some goodies for us.
    How about you? Do you have a fun Easter tradition?