Easter is full of memories of you Dad. You used to ask me if it was my birthday, and I never knew if you really couldn't remember or were just teasing me. 'Well, I know you were born on Easter Saturday!' you said. Well, today is Easter Saturday, and the memory made me laugh. All the more as it's not my birthday! Thank you for the smiles, the secrets we shared plotting your display and for the magic you created. Even though I knew what you were planning, I was always amazed by your talent. My own display is far more modest, but every part of it is filled with thoughts of the conversations we shared about what made it special. So your Easter baby will forever have a gift from you, even without you here to ask 'Is it your birthday this Saturday?' Thank you Dad. Much love always, K,S&F xxx