As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter Dreams
May your Easter be filled with an abundance of joy and hope...as full as Colson imagines the basket he chose to leave out for the bunny to fill will be. (I mean, seriously Cole?? THAT'S your basket???)
When I was a youngster, my mother, rest her soul, would spend all night creating an Easter mystery for my brother and myself.
She would artfully hide the Easter baskets someplace we would never look and then write a series of clues, each building upon the previous with riddles and maps and an assortment of encouragement for frustrated treasure hunters.
By the time we found the Easter baskets, they meant more to us than their contents and the memory of her love retains that value still.
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May your Easter be filled with an abundance of joy and hope...as full as Colson imagines the basket he chose to leave out for the bunny to fill will be. (I mean, seriously Cole?? THAT'S your basket???)
When I was a youngster, my mother, rest her soul, would spend all night creating an Easter mystery for my brother and myself.
ReplyDeleteShe would artfully hide the Easter baskets someplace we would never look and then write a series of clues, each building upon the previous with riddles and maps and an assortment of encouragement for frustrated treasure hunters.
By the time we found the Easter baskets, they meant more to us than their contents and the memory of her love retains that value still.
Please visit Baldytrump.blogspot, comment and click on my sponsors.
Thanks and happy Easter,
Don Joebob