Growing up Easter was always one of the most special days of the year. My sister and I would wake up at the crack of dawn to see big, beautiful baskets stuffed with green plastic grass, overflowing with candies and toys, all courtesy of the Easter Bunny. The carrots we left out for a late-night bunny treat would be so carefully gnawed on and we would be tickled to see our treasures. We would put on our frilly dresses and head to church all in anticipation of what we knew was waiting for us after mass. Year after year, we would celebrate the holiday at my Nana’s house. She would put together the most beautiful Easter buffet complete with so many Italian favorites and what seemed like endless desserts! After lunch, we would partake in the annual Easter egg hunt. My Nana would hide hundreds of eggs outside in her yard which was made for such an event and we would all scurry to fill our baskets. My Uncle Veto would follow around with his video camera catching the smiles on our faces as we found the eggs under leaves, in trees, and my personal favorite – in the rain gutters! The whole holiday was straight out of a storybook.