Daughter phoned this week to ask, or rather, to demand, that we send an Easter basket to her. She said she thought she deserved one because she had been stuck in her apartment for a month and hadn’t seen any of her friends, and, well, could we send milk chocolate and some sour things, please? I said that we would of course send her an Easter parcel, but she wouldn’t get it until the middle of next week.
We also sent a parcel to our grandson containing old Curious George books we had here, and The Golden Egg Book, which is a sweet story by Margaret Wise Brown about a bunny who finds a mysterious egg and who ends up with a duckling for a best friend. Son and DIL thought our grandson would appreciate pretzel fish rather than candy, so he got those, too, as well a teddy bear. He will be two at the end of the month.
This is the first Easter in my memory that we haven’t been doing music in church. I usually complain how exhausting all that performing is, but I hope we never have another Easter like this one, and I would welcome that sort of stress right now.
What are some of your Easter memories?