I've shared many times---that I grew up as an only child. In my family it was just 'me', but, I was particularly rich in 'cousins' and Easter was a holiday we often shared with them. Eight cousins lived in three houses all in a row on a little rural sleepy road. We stayed in the middle house....the one with the most kids.
My favorite year was the year our over-indulgent bachelor uncle got us all ducks. Baby ducks. Fluffy, yellow, pooping everywhere live ducks. (This was particularly wonderful for this city kid whose only pet was a red-eared slider turtle.) He filled the bathtub and turned those ducks loose. At the time, it was the only bathtub in the house. He quickly became a person non gratis among the other adults, but a folk hero among the 8 and under crowd.
While that was my most favorite Easter (EVER!)--even though I wasn't allowed to keep my duck---it wasn't the most memorable. The Easter tradition there was a bit like Christmas. Sometime in the middle of the night, the Easter bunny snuck in and delivered his baskets of goodies. And he was such a smart bunny---always giving everyone exactly what they most desired. Back in those days it was never toys and UnderArmour gear...always food. (like I said, smart bunny!)
That beautiful Easter morning I woke to the most awful banshee screaming, crying, kicking, and punching. There was undoubtedly some biting in the mix---it was the age of braces. Apparently, the youngest of the 'cousins' snuck down early to check out the 'loot'---liked what she saw---and proceeded to lick everyone's candy, putting her 'cooties' on the whole lot and declaring it all hers.
She left my basket alone.
I always got cottage cheese, black olives, and cocktail onions.
Gosh, I hope he doesn't forget the cocktail onions this year!
Happy Easter, my friends. Here's hoping your baskets are overflowing with health, happiness, giggles, grace, and the all the hope that this wonderful time of the year brings.