The sad truth is, this year might be the first (barring my mission) that I do not see my family on Easter. . . (probably something that I am going to need to get used to if I ever plan on getting married or moving out of state. . .)
I guess I am just sort of a family man. . .
(not that I am horribly sad, this is just a recognition that I am finally growing up a little. . .)