Here comes Peter Cottontail,
hopping down the bunny trail....
How many people still sing this song to your children?
I miss the days when my children were little and I got to get up at the crack of dawn to hide eggs and wait in anticipation for their smiling faces to peak out of their bedrooms.
Today we wait for grandchildren to arrive.
The plastic eggs will be hid outside, my ex-husband and his wife and parents of our daughter-in-law will join us.
We'll have too much food and it'll be chaotic.
This is Easter at our place.
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