Easter is a party with the Garner-Fuller-Millard clan. We do it right. We have never celebrated Lent really (although Ace is a fan of Mardi Gras), but it is always very important to my parents to remember the reason for the season of Easter. Every year my mom recounts the Easter story straight from the Good Book to anyone that will listen.
We do holidays big anyways- but Easter is one of my favorites. Actually I like all things celebrated, as does my mom. This year, Easter is even starting a day early- to make room for all of the festivities. Saturday, the big family is meeting at My grandparents house (herein after referred to as Nana and Papa)for lunch. And by lunch I mean a 10:00 meal. That's another funny thing about my family. Even if Nana were to say that food would be ready at 12, people would still arrive at 9, because we just can't get enough of each other. So we get there at nine, for a realllly early lunch and we all watch Ace eat enough for a Spartan army. That boy sureee can eat. It does Nana's heart good to watch him.
So after a lunch (i.e. 15 min later) we usually go outside with the dozens of Cascarones that my uncle always brings from San Marcos. Since we have been little bitty we have enjoyed cracking confetti filled eggs over each others heads more than the actual egg hunt. It's a tribute to our Latino heritage- or at least Anabeth's. My favorite is when all the granddaughters crack the eggs over my Papa's head- the best part being that he's really just apathetic about it. Ace however, does. not. want. anyone. to. touch. his. hair. He might get over it this year though, since his Rapunzel locks have been shaved. Makes it much easier to brush the confetti away. Without a doubt I will still be picking confetti out of my hair in class on Tuesday morning.
The egg hunt is a sight to behold. Somehow Nana has accumulated approximately 300 eggs. But if I was to exaggerate I would guess it looks more like a thousand. She fills each and every one of them by herself every Easter- she's a saint. Once this large egg hunt was perfect because the double digit grandchildren were all competitive for the hunt. Now we have Tommy and Summer- who are the slowest egg hunters I have ever seen. So still have to go and pick up all the eggs that were laid out by the adults- even though we are now all way past egg hunting age. Good candy though.
This is all before noon.
So we will sit around for the next couple hours and just talk. My family is wonderful- I can't imagine another group of people who could sit around and just laugh and tell stories the way that we do. Someone should video us sometime- it's pretty frickin' hilarious.
Pretty soon people start dozin' off from the large meal, some go back to get more food and then we start heading home. All before Easter Sunday.
Easter Sunday at the Fuller's house is basically like seeing yours stockings on Christmas morning. Our Easter baskets are the coolest Easter baskets ever. They always have children's toys in them- namely Nerf guns, silly putty, bouncy balls. It never gets old- we revert back to our childhood for the few hours before Church in the morning.
The best part though, about the whole weekend, will be the time spent just with the Fullers. When my mom has all her kids home "in her nest", it will be a time to relax, tell stories (yet again) and really enjoy each other. Who knows- maybe Ace will show us some of that "nice" quality that mom keeps talking about.
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