Dyed eggs, chocolate bunnies, cookouts, Jesus, and pretty pastel dresses are what I think about when someone says Easter. This holiday is more for the kiddos than for adults, but somehow I always seem to enjoy it.
My grandmother made our Easter baskets. I wish I had a picture because they were pretty awesome. It started as a large round basket. But she painted and attached wooden bunny feet and head to each one. Mine had pink ribbon and C's had blue. We used them for years until they began to, quite literally, fall apart. When F came along, he got a cute little blue basket that had a bunny on it.
Easter morning my mom would fill our baskets and hide them around the house: behind chairs, in cabinets, or in the dryer. She'd wake us up and tell us to go see if the Easter Bunny hid our baskets. We'd run through the house searching every hiding spot we could think of until we found our basket.
