Good Old Days

Remember waking up in the early hours of Easter morning and tiptoeing downstairs to see if the Easter Bunny had filled your basket? Magically, every year baskets were filled and dreams fulfilled.

Remember getting a new dress or finding your best dress and taking care to look extra special for church? Everyone would admire each other and fill fresh and renewed.

Remember coming home and changing as the air began to fill with the mixture of sweet and salty smells permeating from the kitchen. Then, sitting down to a smattering of all of our favorite dining pleasures and eating to our hearts content.

Remember playing with cousins and laughter coming from the "adult" room? Somehow the kitchen sparkles as you try to sneak one more piece of candy. The day is full and long and you wish it would never end.

I loved those days. Now, it's more like this: Start baking and cooking Saturday, even though there is only four of you. Wait for the wee ones to sleep (one of which gets home at 1am), then deciding to set the alarm early to help the bunny with the baskets. After rising for that task, more cooking. Then enjoying the faces of your youngest as he explores the goodies, but having to wake up the oldest and beg him to come downstairs.

Quickly throwing on some clothes to make it to church on time where you finally can relax and feel the true spirit of the day. Unfortunately, church is only 3 hours long. You race home to get the ham in while making sure the crew eats something other than sugar. Then, fix 3 more dishes and enlist the help of the hubby to cut the strawberries for planned dessert. Dinner seems to last about 3 minutes before tummies are full and dishes are waiting. Once again, hubby to the rescue (with a teensy bit of prompting). Incorporated in the day is an egg hunt for the young one. Myself and the older one hide them in unique, hidden places and then giggle as we watch the young one flounder.

The day is ended with scripture and prayer. I love these days as well. Happy Easter.