Ostern.

Since I was born we spend the Easter holidays skiing. When my brother and me were children my parents used to hide easter eggs on the slopes. So we were looking for them while trying to stand up on our skis.
I doubt my mum will hide eggs this year. That's the sad part about growing up. All these little traditions somehow get lost. But perhaps I can use them again one day with my own children.
At the same time we spend our days having good conversations or playing fun games instead of looking for chocolate eggs now. This is the good part about growing up. I guess mostly for my parents that makes it easier...
The only really bad thing about Easter this year is Michael rather being in San Francisco than skiing with us. But I hope you enjoy your amazing trip and come back soon. I am not used to be without you anymore and somehow it sucks.