I try not to get sad and think about my life in "lasts", my last Easter in Vancouver, my last 4th of July here, my last bag of flour that I'll buy in the state of Washington. But sometimes I can't help myself! And it doesn't help that I like my family so much.
We had a great Easter with my sister and kids at my parents house, the wearther was warmer than the 4th usually is and my kids were really good inspite of the non-stop sugar high.
We had the egg hunt in a few empty lots across the street, huge hit.
Sunday night walk to walk off all the Cadbury eggs I ate.