It’s Easter time
“Here comes Peter Cottontail, hoppin down the bunny train, hippity hoppity Easter’s on its way.”
I can vaguely remember momma singing this song to me when I was younger as the Easter holiday approached. As a child, Easter meant dying eggs, eating candy and eagerly waiting to see what the Easter Bunny would bring.
In preparation for dying eggs, we would usually go by the store and carefully select which box of colors would be the best. I always had to have pink of some sort and my brother Andrew’s favorite color is green. And of course we had to get the pack that had the white crayon inside so we could draw our own pictures and write our names on the eggs. My momma still has the first Easter egg that I successfully dyed hidden away safely in a cabinet somewhere. She wrote my name on it and dated it for me.
Some of my favorite home videos are of Andrew and I attempting to dye our eggs together. If you watch carefully, you can see how mean I was to that younger brother of mine who clearly had no idea how to correctly dye an egg. In some of the videos I start screaming at him when he tries to dye them the wrong color or cracks them by throwing them into the cup too hard.
One of his favorites things to do, and he still does this today at the age of 21, is to try to make his egg an ugly, brown color by putting it into as many different dyes as possible. Such a boy. Little Erin did not appreciate that at all and she was not afraid to share her feelings. I am two years older than him so obviously everything he was doing was wrong.
When my other brother Eric got old enough to dye eggs, it was a whole new adventure. I was 10 when he was born and helping baby Eric dye eggs was a task that a big sister thoroughly enjoyed.
As far as the Easter Bunny goes, he was always generous to my brothers and I. We always got some of that yummy Easter chocolate candy and often another small present along with it.
My favorite Easter candy to get was always the big chocolate bunnies that are hollow. I will eat the ones that aren’t hollow also, because they are still chocolate, but the hollow ones are more fun for some reason.
As an adult, I celebrate Easter by purchasing candy for myself. I already bought a pack of Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs and I have tried to pace myself and have only eaten three so far. I predict they won’t last much longer.
I don’t know what it is, but Reese’s taste better in egg form. My friend Katie Parham and I recently had this conversation and we decided they must taste better because of the ratio of peanut butter to chocolate. Anyway, since they only come out once a year, I figured I might as well enjoy them.
This Easter, I’m looking forward to heading home and spending the holiday with my family. Andrew is home from Elon University for spring break so we will all get to be together for probably the first time since Christmas.
Andrew and I get along much better now than we did in younger years. It might actually be safe for us to dye Easter eggs together again, although I am not sure I am willing to take the risk of having brown eggs.
But hey, maybe while I am at home the Easter Bunny will find me again.