Happy Easter folks! Easter is a strange holiday isn't it? For those who celebrate it seriously, it's a big deal, but the rest of us just look for eggs that a massive rabbit hid around town.
I loved it when I was younger -- my mom would hide way too many gift baskets in and around the house for my sister and I to look for. We'd search behind couches, in trees, under dog beds, and in the oven to find our quota of baskets with specific prizes just for us. It was truly a magical time -- even though I desperately wanted to find all my baskets, I wanted it to last forever. I remember many sore defeats when Spencer would find all her baskets before me and I'd cry and complain for a bit before salving my wounds with a nice chocolate bunny ear and a few peeps (it's crazy to think about the stuff I used to eat without getting sick).
Reminiscing on these times is special, not just because they're happy memories, but because as a 23-year-old man I can more accurately appreciate the time, energy, and love that my mom put into days like Easter. Beyond that, it sparks an appreciation for all her hard work, love, and dedication to our family 365 days a year. Beyond beyond that, I can reflect on all my family and friends' involvement in my life and although it's tough to pinpoint the exact correlations, I know for a fact you've all played an integral part in making me who I am today.
Thanks everyone <3
If you never had em, these are peeps. Btw, I got this picture from an article linking them to cancer 💅
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