every friday is a good friday
It’s Good Friday, and I can’t help but feel the sentimental pull toward Easter bonnets, pretty dresses, and chocolate bunnies. I haven’t done baskets filled with candy for a few years now, but I have to admit, I miss it. I miss the days when my kids would wake up Easter morning, squealing in delight to find their treats, and I miss stealing the red jelly beans, and the occasional peanut butter egg.
I’m certain there is no age limit for chocolate or sugar consumption, as I am still fighting constant urges to gorge myself on frozen minty chocolate treats, but I’m also certain I would love to skip the holiday altogether this year. I don’t need anything else to tempt me from my journey away from the dark (chocolate) side. The jury is still out, and I guess I’m lucky my mom is in Las Vegas with my sister this year, or she would have tipped the scale toward candy. If I’m not mistaken, she still has a fondness for black jelly beans and marshmallow peeps—two things that I despise yet were never missing from my Easter basket as a child. I have often suspected she put them there solely so she could eat them. It’s terrible to suspect your mother of such sneaky behavior, but I’m sure I’m not far off. I would never do something like that myself. Just ask my kids. They only got the really good chocolate. It’s not my fault Alexa doesn’t like chocolate and always gave hers to me.
I think she might like the marshmallow peeps.
Here’s hoping it’s a great weekend! I promise to keep you posted tomorrow.
Until the next time…I’ll be dreaming of chocolate bunnies and peanut butter eggs.