Just like Christmas with its tinseled trees and bedecked
halls, the trappings of Easter only add to the joyful feelings of the
resurrection.
Today I will focus on the light (no pun intended) parts of
Easter—the fluff, as it were. From the early, early days, before TV and I pads,
my brother, sister and I expected the big bunny to drop off some hard boiled
eggs once a year. Year after year he never
made it to the kitchen with the eggs—always dropping them in the grass. We were
thrilled. I didn’t like hardboiled eggs that much, but pink, yellow and purple
ones coming from the big bunny were special, so we stuffed down as many as
possible.
Fast forward many years--I remember one Easter when my cousin John, same age as my
oldest child, went to church with us, then home for a rainy day egg hunt in the
house. Four little munchkins scouring the house for the hardboiled eggs AND
chocolate bunnies. Some chocolate bunnies were never found—just puddles of
sticky where someone didn’t find them.
One Easter we left sunny California and drove to
Colorado the hard way, in a 1970 VW bus with three children. That was the easy
part. Even though it was Easter week there was a blizzard happening as we
crossed the mountains between Utah and Colorado. Total whiteout! But the good
parts were so good. We visited relatives who lived on a farm. Their cat had just
given birth to a passel of kittens. They had all died before we arrived, except for one which my
oldest child latched onto, kept warm and bottle fed. It’s the little things that bring
Easter closer to us.
These days are more fun than ever as we prepare the next egg
hunt for our many grandchildren. Did I say egg? Actually, some of the goodies
are shaped like eggs.
Happy Easter everyone!
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