Happy Easter, e'erbody!
[my kind of Easter bunny <3]
one of the many reasons I like holidays
is now that I'm an adult,
I don't wake up to the
of a vacuum cleaner
on every Thanksgiving, Christmas & Easter.
However, I realize now that a huge part of this tradition wasn't to be rude,
(as I suspected all of my teenage years)
but because my mother was just really excited
to see our faces light up holiday mornings.
Fireworks of excitement could be heard from each room of the house.
Larry woke up to his blue basket, full of jelly beans (his favorite),
Lindsay woke up to her pink basket, full of every sort of chocolate,
and I woke up to my green or yellow basket
(it changed pretty much every year)
not caring for the candy... I cared about the bunny.
Each year, my mother got us stuffed bunnies for our baskets.
The last one I recieved when I was sixteen.
He was all sorts of beautiful blues & greens & yellows,
and I named him T.D. for Tie Dye.
I absolutely loved that Easter bunny the most,
and I wanted to just take a second and thank my mother
(without her knowing)
for every Easter she woke us up with the vacuum,
so we didn't miss a second of that holiday-induced excitement.