The Easter Basket

Of course, Darling Daughter no longer believes in the Easter Bunny. Gone are the days of dressing her in a frilly Easter frock, anklets, and dress shoes. But, even at the sophisticated age of 13, she just loves waking up to that Easter Basket. And I'm glad she does.

So, this morning found me leisurely browsing the aisle at our local Walgreen's, picking up a little bit of this, and a little bit of that for her Easter basket.

Tomorrow, we will dye too many eggs, and I will impatiently wait for her to fall asleep. Then I will assemble the basket for Sunday morning, knowing that while she may not be surprised by its appearance, she will still be delighted to receive it. And, as always, I will cherish the time with her, and revel in her delight.