the easter bunny has left the building.
Easter morning and im reminiscing about my own childhood memories of the annual rites of spring. Some things change and some stay the same. Although im not really a big advocate of playing up the whole "easter bunny" thing we did do a basket for the wolverine. That i cannot give up. Its too much fun to see his face light up when he comes into the living room and sees a basket full of fun. Somehow he just knows it is his without us even telling him...Ha!
So the basket is chock full of things. Plastic eggs full of cars and trucks. Elmo eggs filled with tiny box of raisins. New bubbles....spill proof (great for those of us whose children insist on trying to drink theirs). A Thomas the Train book. Dr Seuss Green Eggs and Ham book. A pail, shovel, and handrake to help mommy in our garden. (This garden is fictious and although talked about endlessly has yet to appear in our backyard). And a Thomas the Train backpack....to carry fun things around in.
The day was uneventful other then that. No easter egg coloring or hunting. No spring fancy clothes. No church. No gluttonous overpriced brunches. Just us. The grandparents left at lunch.
Easter in my mind will always include things like baskets brimming with chocolate and candy. Matching full length purple gingham checked dresses for me and my big sister. Coloring eggs. Hunting eggs. Grandparents. Church, church, church. Uncomfortable tights. Wizard of oz.
I remember one Easter getting a little ring in my basket. That was thrilling. And i remember the disappointment of the Easter i finally "outgrew" the bunny and awoke to no basket while my little brother found his filled to the brim. That one still stings. *Note to self....the wolverine will get an easter basket until he is at least 25.
The weekend was a good one with the grandparents. Lots of eating out. Lots of the wolverine chasing around my mom calling out "grandmother". Playing Rook with my folks and tim. And losing every game!!!!
Hope everyone is well.