Ahhhhh...Easter Traditions

We have a lot of them here.

 

You know.

 

Decorating the house, having people for dinner, dyeing eggs and making Easter sugar cookies.

 

Etc.

 

However.

 

There is one tradition that I am not so fond of.

 

It involves Easter eggs.

 

Each year I invite anyone over that wants to dye eggs.

 

I buy a lot of eggs.

 

On sale.

 

I usually buy NINE OR TEN DOZEN!

 

Gasp!

 

Apparently this is an obscene number of eggs.

 

Or so says Mr. Jenny.

 

Each year, he wanders out to the kitchen where he sees my huge stock pot bubbling away on the stove filled to the brim with eggs.

 

 

Every year, he gasps in horror.

 

"Geez!   That's a lot of eggs!   What are you thinking?" He says.

 

I say, "Yes, it's a lot of eggs, but everyone takes some home AND I make deviled eggs and egg salad."

 

And every year he looks pale and says, "It just looks like a LOT of eggs."

 

And then we have our traditional Easter argument.

 

I an annoyed voice I reply, "I buy these eggs AND the dye AND the vinegar for under twenty bucks!   Where else can you go and have at least an hour of fun with the family for twenty BUCKS!"

 

Mr. Jenny retorts, "You don't have to rip my head off.  I was just asking.   Geez."

 

I sigh.

 

And sigh again.

 

And say sweetly, "Seriously!   Every year we have this conversation.   You'd think you'd remember what I say."

 

And then I add, "So, just don't eat the deviled eggs and egg salad and then I won't have to make so many next year."

 

And Mr. Jenny sighs.

 

And sighs again.

 

And says as he does every single year, "I was just commenting.  You don't have to get so huffy over the Easter eggs."

 

Ah.

 

Traditions.

 

The stuff families are made of.

 

The magical act of weaving forever memories.

 

I can picture it now...

 

Me...

 

...on  my death bed...

 

Mr. Jenny leaning in sweetly...

 

In a sad little voice he will whisper, "I just want to confess in these final moments that I always thought you made too many Easter eggs!"

 

YessireeBob...

 

Traditions just warm the heart...

 

AND...

 

I'd totally invite you over to help us dye eggs today, but Mr. Jenny already ate two and I think I might not have enough.

 

Sigh.