Easter always makes me miss my Nanny. Not in a way that makes me sit in a corner and cry. Just in a way that catches me off guard when I notice something is missing. This year it was the deviled eggs. I do not even eat deviled eggs. I just make them. Because my Nanny made them.

Every Easter when I was little was the same. We went to Grandmas house to hunt for Easter eggs. Then we went to my Nannys house to eat.. Her deviled eggs and potato salad were always on the table. I can still picture them. The tray they were on. The paprika on top. The way she made a lot of food even if a few people were coming.

This year we did things differently. We went to Mimis house. She had a crawfish boil. The kids played outside. Had a lot of fun. We even picked up some ducklings on the way home. Because our house was not crazy enough already.

The next morning was Easter. The Easter bunny. The girls were so happy. We even caught him on the Ring camera leaving the baskets. Watching them believe in the magic of it all was my part of the day. We hunted for Easter eggs. Then went to dinner at Tom Toms work. It was a day.

All day I kept thinking that something was missing. There should be deviled eggs. It is funny how I feel this way. It is not always the things that I miss. Sometimes it is a simple side dish. I miss the holidays we used to have.. Now I get to see my kids grow up and experience new things.

We have a lot of kids in our family. Ten kids, to be exact. So I get to see all the stages of life at once. The big kids are becoming adults. The little kids still believe in the Easter bunny.. Then there are the ducks. Oh my the ducks.

Today was a cleaning day. We have a lot of pets. They make a mess. We were cleaning the duck cage and Harper was holding one of the ducklings. She stood up. The duckling fell out of her hands. I was so scared.. The duckling was okay. I picked it up. Started cuddling it.. Then it pooped all over my hand and leg.

The ducks are little creatures.. The girls love them even more because of it. They cuddle together in their cage like balls of fluff. By the end of the day everything was clean. Everyone was happy. I did not have to work today. I caught up on laundry. Spent time, with my kids and pets. Those are my kinds of days.

I still miss my Nanny.. Next Easter I am going to make the deviled eggs. Not because I like to eat them.. Because some traditions are important. Even if it means getting pooped on by a duck.