Easter Sunday is upon us, and it seems with every holiday, I realize just how fast time really does fly.

As I get ready to celebrate Easter with my son, I'm reminded of the times that he would run around the yard searching for candy-filled Easter eggs from the Easter Bunny (his mom). I couldn't tell you how mad he was when he discovered that there was no Easter Bunny, or when he found out that there really wasn't a fat man in red suit that flies around with nine reindeer either.

18 years have past, and each year has been a treat in itself, to say the least.

Happy Easter!