Erica Lucke Dean

"Making the world a better place, one book at a time."

hoppy easter

For the first time in twenty-one years, I didn't do Easter baskets.

The weirdest part of that statement, for me, was the fact that none of the kids complained.  I think they all felt they were finally too old for the Easter bunny, and I don't know how I feel about that just yet.  Not only did I skip the baskets filled with candy, but Mike and I didn't bother with a ham, or a turkey, or even a pot roast.  Instead, my husband made a vegetarian dinner that would have sent the kids running to McDonald's, had any of them been home to eat dinner with us. 

I guess the point I am trying to make is, my kids are all grown up. 

It was inevitable, really.  They all grow up eventually...but I just kept thinking it was a few years off in the distance. 

It would appear that those few years suddently caught up to me. 

The next thing you know someone will tell me it's time to start wishing for grandchildren.  But all I can say to that is...not so fast.  I'm not even remotely ready for grandchildren yet. I'm still getting used to the fact that the next time I need to buy diapers it will probably be for me! 

Let's hope that's a few years off in the distance too...

But baskets or not, it was a nice quiet Easter Sunday.  And I did actually go buy a few chocolate eggs...just for old time's sake. 

Just don't tell the kids.  I don't feel like sharing this time.

Until the next time...I'll be hiding my eggs in the vegetable drawer!

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