Prima and I have celebrated Easter together for most of our lives. Every year she would come over to dye dozens of eggs on Saturday. On Sunday family friends would come with their children and my dad would hide the eggs all over the yard. We would all run around collecting as many eggs as we could, then trading each other for our favorites, the ones we’d spent too long decorating and couldn’t part with. Prima came over yesterday to celebrate with some old traditions and some new. We dyed eggs just like we used to, but we haven’t hidden the eggs in a long time, and this year the two of us made a nice dinner for both our families.