My childhood friend, Brooke, grew up next door to my grandparents, who lived just a mile from my house. We'd always get together on Easter afternoon and our moms and dads would hide the eggs for us. We always had a great time and especially loved finding money in the eggs. Easter always makes me think of her. Now, she's a mom and she lives in Birmingham, Alabama.
I also loved waking up on Easter morning to a basket full of chocolate covered, marshmallow eggs and other goodies. When I got over to my grandparents, I'd also have an Easter basket waiting on me. Since Fred and I will miss Easter this year, my mom gave us our Easter baskets Monday night. Mine was filled with chocolate covered, marshmallow eggs and clothes for our anniversary trip. Guess not much has changed. :)
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