We spent every Easter at my grandmother’s house. My uncles would take our Easter baskets out into her yard and hide the eggs. It was always a challenge to find them all. One year when it rained, they hid the eggs in grandmother’s bedrooms. We missed one and she found it days later after it had begun to smell. After that, only plastic eggs were allowed to be hidden in the house.
This past Easter Sunday, I made all the traditional dishes my grandmother used to make. We had ham, green beans, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and cornbread dressing. We had cupcakes with green icing (food coloring) and jelly beans on top. My niece and nephew loved them.
My grandson, Daniel didn’t know what to think of all the colored eggs. He is just beginning to use his fingers. He giggles a little now and he smiles a lot.
I am looking forward to next year when he’s able to walk and is searching for the eggs himself.
On my son’s first Easter, I bought him a stuffed lamb that he slept with every night. To soothe himself to sleep, he would twist and twirl the fur between his fingers. By the time I finally convinced him to give up the sleeping with the lamb, his little friend only had a little fur left on his face. Have you ever seen a bald stuffed animal?