Sunday, April 20, 2014

That Easter When...

I remember the Easter when Dave and I vowed not to be a lazy Easter bunny and put the eggs out the night before. Some creature ate them unbeknownst to us so, come morning, the kids tore out of the house, and walked around the yard looking at dyed shell fragments. We just hadn't seen that coming -- a crime scene. I don't know which kid muttered it first -- the basic hope that the Easter Bunny was still alive, which led us back to faith. The whole bunny part ended up to be more religious than we'd expected (which reminded me of the inter-faith funeral we had for the hermit crab, named Gaggy Headdress... I could go on and on...)