I'm BIG on family tradition and every holiday I am away is very hard for me.
Growing up in Utah we would go to this place called Green Hollow, a name my grandma made up so us kids would think we were going to some magical Easter land. I still call it that BTW! It was a piece of property not far from my where we lived. All of us kids would pile in the back of Grandpas truck and drive through a bright green field, down a hill to a clearing of trees and long grass. My uncles would bring their horses and go carts and all the moms would hide candy and Easter eggs everywhere! I remember thinking we really were in a magical place. Gramps would take all the boys to find tree branches that we could roast our hot dogs on and all of us would play I'm the king of the castle on all the big sand hills. I hope my kids will have as much fun as I did growing up! I leave you with a picture of my two Loves! I hope you have a happy Easter.