Easter Olympics

I'm really missing my cousins today :-( 

3 years ago, we started an Easter tradition dubbed "The Easter Olympics"

Complete with a cut throat egg hunt and, seen here, the "Fluffy Bunny" competition.

I haven't eaten Peeps since.

This is hilarious

"There was no greater test for manhood...than the Easter egg hunt"

Last year, we took it up a notch and our parents hid 75 eggs along with 10 mini bottles. Most eggs contained dollar bills but a few held slips of paper labeled Starbucks or Subway to be traded in for gift cards!

 The competition was fierce, but we were ready. We'd been training all year for this event. It was a fight for the finish, as you can see Christian already reaching for his first.

For several minutes in the beginning, I was actually fearful. I think the feeling can be compared to the first 10 minutes Katniss must have felt once entering the Hunger Games.

His feet are not touching the ground

When the stakes are this high, it doesn't matter if you're a girl in a dress. You can and may get hip checked. Eggs scattered and your dreams of coming out on top shattered? Too bad.

There's no crying in Easter Olympics

We of course started the morning going to Easter mass together  and no lecture needed, we know the true meaning of Passover.  Every holiday is spent with my family, and with each year that passes we are building some wonderful memories. This year everyone is kind of doing their own thing though.  Ashlyn has exams, Morgan is back in CO, and Christian is finishing up some final projects. 

It's not the Hunger Games-esque "Easter Olympics" that I'm missing this year, it's the change and growth our family is doing. Christian is graduating college next month and who knows if he'll be in SC next holiday or working in TX. Who knows when we'll all be together for Easter again?  I'm keeping my fingers crossed for next year.

We might celebrate a different way than your average family

...but I wouldn't trade it for the world.