Easter Sunday at Home 2005
Easter Sunday at home in Grand Rapids, with the eggs dyed the night before at the counter — newspaper spread everywhere, the little wire dipper, the usual mess. My brother had blue dye halfway up his fingers by the end of it.
Everyone came over for the day. We got the whole group lined up in front of the big window for a photo before things got loose, one of the kids holding the Easter basket with the stuffed rabbit sticking out of the grass.
Then the egg-cracking contest took over the kitchen. Two grown men squaring off with hard-boiled eggs, one green shirt against one white, holding them up like it was a duel. The kids wanted in immediately, reaching up over the counter with their own eggs, the dog nosing in under the table. The women ended up at the sink peeling the losers.
Dinner table was set in the other room the whole time, waiting.