When the boys were little we always celebrated Easter ( by far my favorite holiday) by building little nests outside made of twigs and moss or stones, or anything that captured their fancy. The boys spent at least an hour on the building part and the nests would usually be tucked into my perennial beds... each nest displaying certain aspects pertaining to that boy's personality . Just before dawn on Easter morn the dog would eye me suspiciously as I dragged him outside to keep me company. I filled those nests with chocolate rabbits, onion dyed eggs and jelly beans....perhaps a toy car or two.
The morning brought so much delight...pudgy feet running outside on the dewy cold grass to see what the bunny might have brought them. ..... all three of them carrying their baskets which were left empty on the table the night before, and now too were filled by the Easter bunny. I loved those moments of Grace!
If I could go back in time and I could choose to do one more thing as a young mother...... I would decide to build on the times that memories are made of.
The onion eggs are on the table, the rabbits are tucked into the bags ready to go into the baskets--(which we still do
religiously) and the Easter bunny wishes you more years filled with light, love and laughter..... and most importantly...eachother
these are the only memories worth making...