In our home, it’s our tradition that the magical Easter Bunny hides his offered basket during Easter Eve and it’s up to Ava to discover its hiding place. After I agreed that it was indeed time for Ava to begin her breathless search, I rolled temporarily back under covers and listened as she scampered through the house, feverishly opening and closing nearly every last piece of wood with hinges on it. This was a fast process, for I soon heard her march back into the room and declare, “well, I guess the Easter Bunny didn’t bring me anything…” Pitiful. So I said the only thing I could in order to help her without giving too much away. “Well, I saw the Easter Bunny last night and he zipped in and hid it and,”
“Did you take a picture of him???” Ava anxiously implored.
“No, he zipped out too fast. But, I do know where he hid it. Do you want a clue?”
“It’s somewhere in the front hall by the front door.”
“Are YOU the Easter Bunny?”
“No. I just saw him, that’s all. That’s how I know you definitely got a basket and where it is”
“OK”, her voice trailed out of the room behind her as she ran down stairs to narrow her search.
Phew! Disaster averted for one more year…
Moments later I heard the squeals of victory!
“Mommy, mommy LOOK,” she rushed in on cloud nine.
Together we pawed through her beautiful Easter basket, filled to the brim with every Easter basket essential. Plush bunny stuffed animal, every kind of fancy flavored chocolate egg you could devour and then regret devouring because you knew better, jelly beans, plastic animals that surrounded said jelly beans, an enormous solid chocolate bunny and a myriad of other Easter delights.
After Ava surveyed her treasures I got my Easter gift. She reached her arms around me and clung to my torso and whispered, “I love you so much, Mommy!”
I love you, too, baby.
Our Easter morning…