Today I am thinking about all the great Easters of the past with my little family. From the dying of the eggs, with my littlest one dropping every egg she had into the bottom of the cup with a resounding crack (why didn't I think to use plastic?...LOL) to my oldest being the best hunter at the Egg Hunts that I have ever seen. She didn't push or shove, just had a good eye and when all was done, she gave away her candy to the other kids. They liked to do crafts so we made Easter Bonnets and marched around the living room to me singing, Easter Parade. More times, than I care to say. We hid their baskets and on Easter the girls were so excited to find them and down they would plunk and spend hours going through all the toys and trinkets. Later when they were getting grown up, we had the egg hunts here in our yard and prizes were awarded (and still are) on the swing. Close your eyes, put out your hands. Squeals of delight.
Speed forward and tomorrow will see us having a big turkey feast with all the fixins', Easter Baskets filled to the brim and two egg hunts (the girls put one on for me and their Dad now). I will be told to close my eyes, and put out my hands and I will squeal with delight! Always, Kit
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