This past weekend was Easter, and it brought back so many wonderful memories of growing up with my dad! My dad was the best Easter egg hider who ever lived! He would find the most perfectly clever spot to hide an egg - and when we would find them, we would laugh at his creativity.

He didn't hide plastic eggs either. He hid the real deal - the hard boiled eggs that we colored the day before. It's amazing to me that we never ended up with stinky rotten eggs in our house.

We begged my dad to hide Easter eggs long after we knew the Easter bunny didn't exist. I remember us being in high school and expecting him to hide the eggs for us. Ah - good times! It's the little things that I have come to appreciate so much about my dad any my childhood. I'm so thankful that my childhood and my dad is worth remembering.