Growing up, Easter was always a pretty big day spent with my mom and my aunt and cousins in Tacoma. We would wake up in the morning and look for our baskets around my aunt’s house that the Easter Bunny had hidden for us. My basket was always filled with carefully selected items that the Easter Bunny knew that I would love. After basket hunting we would often be dressed up in pretty spring dresses and white patent leather shoes (that was usually when we were pretty young) and would be hunting for eggs in my aunt’s backyard. The day was spent with family and a big dinner in the evening. Those are all wonderful memories, but the Easters of my days are different…quieter…and the dresses and white shoes have been traded for OSU tshirts and crocs. We did the big city Easter egg hunt on Saturday morning at the rec center and that lasted all of about 30 seconds and the kids had a great time. Sunday morning the kids woke up and went on their search for their baskets. We had cinnamon rolls for breakfast and before the kids knew it there were eggs spotted in the backyard – the Easter bunny had hidden eggs everywhere in the backyard. Jarrod, my mom and I all had a great time watching those three running around the yard filling up their baskets. After the egg hunt the ham went in the oven and preparations were made for dinner for the five of us plus my mom and Jarrod’s dad. Was a perfect family Easter filled with smiles and little miniature pastel wrapped snickers bars.
Apr 4, 2013