Happy Easter!
It sure doesn't feel much like Easter around here since my boy stopped believing in the rabbit but the rabbit was determined to come just the same. I'm holding onto that small glimmer of hope that it's not really over until it's over sort of thing.
Although I gotta say, it was kind of refreshing to know that he would sleep until 9ish and I could get up this morning and fill his basket unlike the prior years when he stayed awake much of the night anxiously awaiting the rabbit's arrival only to fall asleep around 1 am and have a very tired mama tip toe around the house ever so quietly placing Easter eggs in every nook and cranny of this house.
Yet a little heartbreaking at the same time.
Easter has NEVER been my favorite holiday. In fact it's never really even fallen into the top 3-4 of my favorite holidays at all. EVER. The reason? For as long as I can remember back, with Easter, came the flu. EVERY STINKIN YEAR for at least one of us Shorey kids and then it would sweep through the house and hit us all. I actually dreaded Easter, always worrying that I would get sick and not find it the least bit enjoyable. There was always one or two of us kids bustling around finding a few eggs here or there and then resorting to the 'puke bucket' every few mins. It never failed.
Although I do have very fond memories of always being able to pick a new dress out of the big JCPenney catalog at my grams house that I could specially wear on Easter Sunday (more than one probably got vomited on). I recall, even back then, having a very wild fashion sense. My mom and gram would pick out their favorite pastel flowered Easter dress with the sweetest little bonnet for me and try to sway me to pick that one. I, of course, always picked the most vibrant, fun, most detailed dress out of the book and it usually came with a purse not a hat. I was all about the purse. My gram would order it and when that darling thing came, I wore it on Easter Sunday and then I think for two straight weeks after (given Mom would let me)! I have always been a girly girl.
I remember my Mom trying to sell my very most favorite Easter dress in our annual summer garage sale a few years after I had it. It was way too small. But I snatched it off the table and went upstairs to put it on because she WAS NOT SELLING IT!! Against my dead body! I remember coming down and proudly announcing that it still fit just fine. Buttons ready to pop off and my underwear clearly visible under the too small skirt. Needless to say, there was an argument. My dress got sold to the neighbor lady for her granddaughter who I spied wearing it the very next day and I never spoke to my mom again. Ok...I do still talk to my mom but I'm sure there must have been some tension for a few days.
So there you have it. A few Easter traditions. Vomit and a dress.
Off to have some yummy ham, pineapple, mashed taters, and fried eggs at my Mom and Dad's. I can already taste it!
Oh and just for the record....no one is sick today...Yet. *knock on wood*
God Bless.
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