Ritual and tradition
A few shots from the annual Easter egg hunt: done on Easter Saturday this year because Conor and I weren't together on Easter Sunday.
Even from a young age, Conor has remembered the annual Easter egg hunt: eagerly anticipating the day as Easter approaches. This year was no different, and each year the clues have to get a little bit harder.
Annual traditions act like markers for how much he has grown: seeing this big, lanky boy searching for eggs seemed so far on from the boy who ran madly around last year. This year felt like precious shared time: Conor conscious that I design this hunt just for him. We do the hunt together: him searching, me following with camera in hand.
I'm writing this post today with Conor having been away from me for a week. I have missed him so, and can't wait to get him home to me tomorrow.