Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Easter Tales

The joyful news that He is risen does not change the contemporary world. Still before us lie work, discipline, sacrifice. But the fact of Easter gives us the spiritual power to do the work, accept the discipline, and make the sacrifice.
–Henry Knox Sherrill

The Easter Bunny did not come to our house on Sunday. There are several possible reasons for this. He might have had a very long {as in 40+ hours} work week preceding the holiday. He might not have wanted to fight the crowds at Wal-Mart on the day before a holiday and chose, instead, to spend Saturday afternoon sewing. He might have had a migraine, which made him feel rotten and contributed to the desire to avoid the pre-holiday crowds. Or, he might simply have gotten lost on the way here. Whatever the reason {I highly suspect the first three listed above}, when I went for groceries yesterday, I saw him lurking about the clearance aisle picking up Easter treats at 50% off. Somewhere between getting the groceries home and getting dinner on the table, that rascally rabbit left baskets of goodies on the table for us. Mr. Bug was surprised and the Little Bugs were excited. LadyBug supposed that the Bunny had gotten lost on the way. Grasshopper suggested a map. And then they got down to examining their haul.

Today, I ran to pick up some new contacts from the optical shop at ShopKo. For some reason, I went in a different way than I usually do and came upon an end cap full of these cute clear baskets. I thought to myself, “they're probably plastic.” I glanced at the sale sign and it said they were glass. Skeptical, I picked one up, and indeed it was made of glass, and beautifully so. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that they were not just on sale, they were really on sale, which is my favorite price. The Easter M&M's to go in it were on sale too, and I'm certain they are just as good now as they were three days ago, when they were full price. Maybe even a little bit bettter.

Grasshopper brought home the little sculpted sugar egg from school on Friday. The grandmother of one of his classmates made one for everyone in their class. I think there are 27 kids in the class! What a thoughtful thing for this girl's grandma to do! I was so tickled by it. We had a sugar egg like this one growing up. The icing around the edge was pink, and when you peeked inside the egg there was a little Easter scene in there. We had it for ages; I'm not sure how long, but it seems like forever. Who knows? My mom might still have it. I'm going to have to find a place to keep this one safe, because we're going to keep it and bring it out every Easter from now until forever.

4 comments:

Mary said...

I made those sugar eggs one year when I was a very Young Mother. Being Grandma The Easter Bunny doesn't come to our house anymore.

Jill said...

The Easter Bunny is very low-key at our house. We don't really hype the kids up about it, nor do we threaten he won't come if they don't go to bed like we do with Santa.
In fact, after checking out what they got on Sunday morning, boys boys said, "Thanks, Mom and Dad." Does it bother me that we get credit for the Easter Bunny? Not really. We don't tell them it is or isn't from us, just let them kinda decide.

Also, I'm not sure if Mom still has the sugar egg. But I used to scrape the bottom of it to try and have a taste of the sugar!

Shay said...

Thank Goodness the Easter bunny finally found his way to your house. It would have been a tragedy if he hadnt put in some kind of appearance.

You dont see sugar eggs much at all anymore. As kids we used to get one every year. I used to much prefer chocolate !

P. said...

Yay, the Easter Bunny came through after all! She needed a break very badly, it would seem. That glass basket is awesome! And now I have an overwhelming desire to go to our Shopko here (just a couple blocks away) and see if they have any. But then again, I planned to sew tonight and if I don't get my patootie downstairs soon, I will lose my mojo.

A friend/neighbor always put out those pretty sugared eggs at Easter. I think her mom made them. I wondered why nobody ever ate them. I mean, just forbidding their being eaten would never have worked around our house for long. Which, come to think of it, is probably why I don't remember that we ever had any.