This marks our first "real" holiday during the Stay at Home order.  

"Are we going to Papa and Grandma's?" they asked, knowing the answer.  "No, I'm sorry."  

"Are we going to Grammy and Grampy's?" they ask, knowing the answer.  "No." We respond.

They can tell we are sad, too.  They know, and they look quickly at each other and say, "Hey!  Let's just stay home, we've never done that before.  It will be fun, we can dye eggs and watch a movie!"

We wanted to travel, and see our Grandparents, hunt for eggs with our cousins, and be engulfed in hugs.  But, instead we stayed home, found our baskets from the bunny, waved to our neighbors from afar, stocked the candy drawer, played Mario, and had pizza - because that's what we do on Sundays at home.