There will be no Easter egg hunt tomorrow. Oh, and I didn’t buy much candy to put in the Easter baskets, thus I have no jelly beans.
Coloring eggs? Forget it. I’m not buying the kit.
…all of the above from my mother.
And I’m okay with it.
“When do we even stop doing Easter baskets?” My mom asked me while we ran errands today. It then dawned on me that we may be getting just a tad old for this.
Jordan’s 26; Trevor, 24; Adam, almost 22. Me? Nearly 19.5 (going on 30).
Good question, Mom. Because tomorrow’s just another day in my book, despite receiving a few goodies in a basket I’ll have to find somewhere outside. I am honestly looking forward the most to dinner and its abundance of leftovers.
We used to make Easter lists and lay them out on the coffee table in the family room next to our respective baskets the night before. We searched for baskets early in the morning before church. Tomorrow you’ll be lucky if we’re even out and about before noon, especially after the boys chugged beer after beer tonight.
“Maybe when the boys and I have kids of our own,” I told my mom to answer her question.
Until then, we’ll probably keep this simple sibling camaraderie alive. Just being together and laughing together is enough.