I asked her if she wanted to color eggs this year and her response was “I don’t know what is wrong with me, I want to do it but I just don’t feel like it. At least I know the Easter Bunny will be bringing me something.”
Every year I play the Easter Bunny. I always leave a basket outside the front door. It has become something that I have done even when we lived over seas. Just seeing the look in her eyes when she opens that door and finds a basket waiting there for her, is something that I will always treasure.
Fever inside the Storm 
Leave a comment