When I was growing up my dad's parents would often come over for a big afternoon Sunday dinner. It was a nice tradition of family, food and my grandfather usually nodding off in the chair while everyone else sat around and chatted.
Although we don't really celebrate Easter now, it feels a bit odd not to get together so my parents and brother made the trek yesterday afternoon and joined us for a meal. It reminded me of when we were growing up and enjoyed a big Sunday afternoon dinner with 3 generations of family. Here's to tradition.