Easter Eggs
I looked at my lawn this week, and realized we probably need to mow i
t. As a general rule, I’ve always left the lawn un-mowed until after Easter, because the higher grass makes it easier for the Easter Bunny to hide eggs.
When we first moved into our home, we hosted all of the Easter parties. My sisters and I would keep the kids busy inside while our husbands would “talk” outside.
Coincidentally that would be the same time the Easter Bunny would be trying to hide the eggs! And every year they would “chase” the Bunny through our yard, and cause him to spill all his eggs everywhere!
They would excitedly tell our children (11 of them at the time) about their adventure. Then they would unleash the kids on the backyard and let them find the eggs.
Over the years (as my boys have grown) they’ve teased me about this tradition. But I cherish the memory of them coloring the eggs every year. I loved the look on their faces when the eggs were gone Easter morning… and when the men came to them and their cousins I remember how their faces lit up with excitement.
Years ago we stopped dying eggs. Last year, the boys each had a basket that was aimed at their specific likes. I remember Corey’s had a lot of spicy foods and some chocolate laced with Tabasco. One bottle of hot sauce still sits on the chair near his bed.
I’m glad I made Corey a basket at the age of 22 last year.
You might think that was strange. When my mother died, I was almost 29, and we found stocking stuffers she’d already bought for Christmas that year.
Cherish every moment you have with your loved ones. Let the grass grow long… it makes it easier to hide Easter eggs.
Hiding Easter eggs makes memories.
Easter.
Strange day without you.
You were absent at breakfast.
Your basket empty.
Pushed through the motions.
Made it through our first Easter.
This was a rough day.
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