Growing up not celebrating Easter, I never got to paint eggs as a kid. I’m making up for it now, for K and I seem to have established an annual Easter Egg Painting party.

The adults usually have as much fun as — if not more fun than — the kids.

Last Sunday, through the afternoon and evening, friends and family filtered through and painted eggs, ate some traditional Polish seasonal Easter food, and generally relaxed and chatted.

The grandparents, of course, were the first to arrive.