Marriage is about compromise and figuring out what works for the two of you. Where to live, what to spend money on, where to vacation, what side of the bed to sleep on – the list is endless. But in most cases answers or solutions are arrived at that help keep the marriage moving along nicely.
Choosing a when and where for celebrating a holiday with opposite sides of your family is one of those challenging questions that every married couple has to grapple with. The decision is someone simplified when the two sets of parents live long distances apart. But should the opposing in-laws live within the same area, or as my case, are divorced, then you could be dealing with three options for where you are eating Thanksgiving dinner. Never a fun prospect.
Luckily for me, Heather’s parents live in Ohio, so a holiday visit schedule has settled into something fairly simple. Thanksgivings we stay in Chicago to grapple with scheduling around my divorced parents, Christmas is a crap shoot but with some well-established ground rules, and Easter is always spent in Ohio.

That’s where we were this past weekend for what was probably one of the coldest Easters I can ever remember.
Scratch that. I have
never experienced an Easter with the sort of the weather we had in Ohio this past weekend. It was insane.
I should have been tipped off that this Easter would be unique while driving to Ohio late Thursday night. I came home earlier from work and we loaded the kids into the van to head out after dinner. The late departure meant we wouldn’t arrive at Heather’s parents’ house in Ohio until roughly 1am Eastern time, but the kids would sleep in the van (as would Heather) and everyone would get more time with Papa and Grandma.
After reading the weather forecasts for Findlay, OH, we had packed clothing appropriate for what looked to be cold weather, so the chill in the air didn’t surprise me. What caught me off-guard was the snow flurries I experienced around Ft. Wayne, IN around 11pm at night. The snow flying around so much I had to slow down my driving. It was nearly blinding.

When the flurries did let up I saw snow accumulation in the grass and under the trees that lined the Indiana and Ohio turnpikes. I found it hard to believe that it was the beginning of April and we were suffering through 20-degree wind chills and snow on the ground.
All day Friday I watched snow flurries come and go. Accumulations were small, mostly in the grass under trees and in areas shaded from the Sun by the houses, but it was snow on the ground none the less. And the temperature outside was cold. Really cold.
Saturday morning, the day everyone was coming over to Heater’s parents’ house to celebrate Easter, I woke up to see about half an inch of snow sitting on the ground. The trees, grass, roads – everything had snow on it. I came downstairs and made a joke of wishing everyone a “Merry Christmas.” It was surreal. By midday most of the snow had melted, but some snow remained in shaded areas giving the outside a definite wintertime feel.
But the snow didn’t stop my mother-in-law from going ahead with the traditional Easter Egg hunt in the backyard. She fills up roughly 300 plastic eggs with toys, candy, and little messages for all the grandkids to hunt for. I think she spends 40 to 50 hours filling up those eggs, so come Hell or high water that egg hunt was going to be held. So in defiance of the snow and strong winds, all the men went outside to “hide” the eggs so the kids could have their hunt.

The kids looked like they were bundled up for sledding, not egg hunting, but that didn’t stop them from grabbing their baskets and heading outside. They still had great fun digging through the snow looking for plastic eggs. Though I think it was the faster hunt ever. Nobody was messing around. They were snatching the eggs as quickly as possible to they could get back inside. Made for some
great photos.
Later in the day, I was talking with my brother-in-law and we were remembering that when we had all gotten together for our most recent Christmas celebration (December 30, 2006) at his parents’ house, we were sitting outside on the back patio. We had spent Christmas in the backyard playing with new toys and now Easter bundled up inside shaking snow from out hats.
Hopefully, the next time around the weather will more closely match what is expected for the holiday.