Easter was one of those holidays growing up that I couldn't wait to get to my grandmother's house. Some times with as large a family as I have (21 first cousins on my mom's side), it can be overwhelming to the point that I dread holidays. Christmas requires catering equipment, renting tables and chairs, and an aunt heating her garage to accommodate everyone, but Easter was always different.
We would have massive Easter egg hunts. Competition was always stiff with a few eggs holding five dollar bills. Some of us would end up in tears, yes I was probably one of them. But it would always be a great day. It is those memories that make me feel blessed for my large Irish family and miss being a child during holidays.
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