Easter Chicks

​These daughters of mine…

Knew the Easter Bunny would always find them…no matter where we were…

When we lived in the tiny home…before they were cool and trendy…Mr. Bunny…was amazingly creative…in finding places to hide eggs…and invent a scavenger hunt…to help in the search of those fun-filled baskets...

These are the things…a mama misses…when her chicks fly the coop…not the middle of the night Easter Bunny help…or the getting up before dawn with excited little ones…but the smiles…the laughter…the magic of the moment…as they search…and find…and discover…

So this old gal was taken back…to those days…when coming home from church only to discover the Easter Bunny…had come for HER…again…after 45 years…a path of bunny footprints…leading from the garage to upstairs…

To a sweet surprise…ending in a rousing round of Slinging Chicken Game…where the girls…were out-chickened…by the Mr. in the house…

The joy of creating that magic…when this old gal's chicks…were chicks…comes full circle…as it's now being paid forward…

To their students…or friends…or someone they just met…or in a case like today…

A Mama and her Mr…

And this husband of mine...agrees...