There is such an air of expectancy on Easter Saturday. The worst that Good Friday could do is over, and the bright new dawn is coming. In the morning we'll sing our hearts out in a church full of flowers. But not yet. Oh, did anyone mention chocolate? Never mind the chocolate, it's less than five hours to my Lent is Over coffee. If it keeps me awake, I don't care.
When the kids were small we used to have egg hunts, and it was nothing to do with any Easter Bunny. Where did the Easter Bunny come from? Excuse me? Eggs? Rabbit? Have I missed something? The only thing a rabbit ever left in my garden was little dark brown pellets and half eaten dandelions.
No, Tony and I used to have a lot of fun putting clues around the house. It started the year the twins learned to read, and we had signs up all over the place saying 'is it in here?' which was one of the phrases they knew, thanks to the Ginn reading scheme. We progressed to rhymed clues, and finally to the stage where the chocolate was all that mattered, not how you found it.
May your Easter be full of joy and celebration. Chocolate is good. Life in all its fullness is better. Much says a drop of rain would come in handy, too. And Hamilton is very excited because he'll see LOS and Lady Sunshine tomorrow.
2 comments:
Thank you a thousand times over for the last three posts, Mrs. McAllister! Your dragon, donkey (and chocolate!) piled even more joy onto this brightest-of-all-Sundays.
A beautiful and blessed Easter to you and yours!
Thank you so much! May this be a joyous time for you, too! We are both exhausted now, and have had a lazy day today.
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