Any day spent with you is my new favorite day. So, today is my new favorite day. –Winnie the Pooh
Fourteen years ago this happened:
It started a long line of favorite days that all revolve around him. I lucked out and now, 5,110 days later give or take, I’m more in love now than I was then. Also, my hair isn’t dark maroon any more.
Also, he knows when to completely disregard my “cut flowers just don’t make sense” mentality. I almost cried.
Also we celebrated Easter, my second most favoritest holiday (Okay fine. Tied for second with Halloween). Garyn made a programmable egg decorating robot out of LEGOs which was even cooler than discovering that kool aid makes great egg dye (see cover picture).
But I’m getting ahead of myself. We actually began festivities by throwing an egg hunt/potluck breakfast at our church. I coordinated (and ran to the store last minute because in my inexperience, I grossly underestimated the necessary number of eggs per kid to achieve the requisite level of fun) but everyone helped to make it a super fun social event.
Since it poured rain the previous day, we opted to not deal with mud and just host the whole thing inside. It worked beautifully. I had Garyn and the older kids be in charge of hiding eggs then we released the munchkins. Done and done in 2.7 seconds and only 2 kids cried. Winning!
My kids woke up Saturday morning (we do our Easter Bunny stuff Saturday to leave Sunday for the real reason we celebrate) to find that the Easter Bunny had come.
Since my children were cursed with a mean mother, they had to get their farm chores done before their egg hunt. Their mean mom is slacking though, as evidenced by the fact that they had no restraints on candy consumption…all day.
Not that anyone was hungry by lunchtime after aebleskievers for breakfast and obscene amounts of candy in the meantime, but it’s tradition. Some years our Bunny Bread looks more like generic woodland creature and I’m ok with that.