I love easter! probably because my mom loved easter - way more than normal people. she sent us on scavenger hunts for treats, created elaborate baskets and always placed them in the same spot- bathtub/shower. even as grown-ups, my sister and I could go to her house on easter morning and sitting in the tub would be a chocolate bunny.
i miss that. i miss her.
so, i was tickled pink to learn from b that she and her sister will get to be here for easter. she told me that they wouldn’t be here until Sunday and was quite concerned about how we’d handle the coloring of the eggs:
b: if we’re not here until easter morning, how will we color the eggs?
me: you might have to rely on me and dad to do that.
b: (purses her lips and give me “the look.”)
me: we’re pretty capable.
b: okay. just don’t forget to clean the shower.
where, exactly, does she think we’ll color those eggs?
b: that’s where the bunny leaves my basket when I’m here.
there you go, mom. your traditions live on.
now, if you’ll excuse me. i’ve got work to do on the bathroom.