Color of Love
When my children were growing up, we would have Nowrooz Egg Coloring Parties. Their many friends would come, with or without their hard-boiled eggs, and we would set out to create "art" on eggs, spending a few hours of laughter, joy, and friendship together right after their exams were done. I am among many people now who have beautiful memories of those parties.Tonight I set out to color the eggs by myself, not even bothering to ask my grown-up kids to be a part of the little ceremony. I was surprised to see my younger son come into the kitchen with his friend Pouria and seeing the little project in progress, taking over! So, they did the job in the manner of disorganized and sloppy young men, as expected. But the gesture was so sweet, I couldn't help being touched. So, I let them do as they pleased. Imperfectly colored and showing white spots, they are among the most beautiful eggs I have ever had for my haft sin, because this year I am sure my eggs are painted with the color of love. Have a good Tuesday everybody. P.S. I'm going to Berkeley Persian Center's annual Charshanbeh Soori celebrations tomorrow. If you live in this area, don't miss the biggest event of the year for Iranian community in the San Francisco Bay Area. Come early to find parking. Though you can't possibly miss it, it is at the 2000 block of Durant in Berkeley, between Shattuck and Milvia. Zardi-e man az to, Sorkhi-e- to az man!