I can hear children yelling and searching for eggs in neighboring yards, but here we are quiet. My husband suggested we hide eggs from the dogs, but I decided it was unwise. I love the spring parts of Easter - the flowers, baskets, bunnies, chicks, but those are for small ones. We will eat lunch with our grown daughter and then go to a movie. It is a holiday celebrating a miracle, and the mystery of it is deeply appealing to me. I used to love sunrise service, and the coconut cake my mother made with a dyed green coconut nest, jelly bean eggs and a couple of fuzzy yellow chicks in the icing. Coconut cake is still my absolute favorite. I also admit to an addiction to Cadbury eggs at one time. I loved the cream center looking like an egg yolk, and one of those suckers would sit in my belly for a gratifyingly long time. Now I don't have sugar, so what's the fun? Although I have seen marshmellow peeps that are sugar free. And marshmellow is another food group I miss.
So today will be about imagining my granddaughters with their baskets hunting in their back yards, and being grateful for them and my family and the sounds of joy from the neighborhood. It's great to be alive and hearing the new with these old ears.
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