I sit here at the end of another long day thankful for being able to celebrate Easter with my little granddaughters and family. In the midst of half-opened boxes and unopened ones, laundry, and lots of clutter, I decide to bake. Baking is a tradition started by my Nonnie so today I honor her and my mother who followed in her footsteps. I pull out the beautifully preserved breadboard and pause to breathe in the aromatic smells of spices and dough from my past. As I pull 'out the flour canister, eggs, and butter, I start the hunt for the Easter cookie cutouts. They're in one of the unopened boxes. My son finds the cutouts and we are ready to roll out the dough as I did as a child. The second round is decorating with chocolate frosting, sprinkles, and coconut. Off to sleep because we have to be ready for the Easter egg hunt at my two granddaugthers' house tomorrow morning.