We rolled back into town late Saturday night. As I was rushing around the grocery store trying to pick up enough to get us through the next couple of days before they closed for the holiday, I realized I had made a grave tactical error. I had not prepared enough in advance for the visit from the Easter Bunny. Thankfully, the girls don’t believe in him anymore, but I’ve always liked to do a little something for them. They usually get a pair of flip flops and a new book along with some candy and the preferred solid chocolate rabbit that will last until well after Memorial Day with those two.
The baskets were pitiful. I couldn’t even find Katie’s so she just had some flip flops stuck in a basket I found in the kitchen. There was no grass in the bottom and the pickings were mighty slim. They were gracious about it…..even though Elena’s flip flops didn’t fit.
Church was beautiful. The choir sang along with a brass quintet and it was just beautiful. My friend Kate came along and we always cry when we are together so we shed a few tears during the passing of the peace and hugged each other tight.
It couldn’t have been better.