Don’t you love it when things just pile in on top of each other!! I’m in another blog hop – but it is a special time of year for me, so I’m indulging myself….
Of course I had to participate in this! Easter is my day. Really! I have to lay claim to it because I was born on it and got married on it. The first I had little control over, the second was kind of contrived.
The story of my birth was that Daddy was at the hospital and spotted the Easter Bunny trying to hippity hop down the hall but he had a baby in his basket and it was just too heavy. Daddy offered to take the baby off his hands to help out, but what Daddy really wanted was a chipmunk. Really, that’s the story I grew up with. I still have a telegram from one of my aunts (who must not have loved me very much) offering the suggestion that they name me Easter and call me Essie. Fortunately that didn’t stick, though I was “James” for a couple of days, since they weren’t expecting a girl.
Now the wedding was different. I’m from a tiny town, maybe 3,000 people on Sunday morning when everyone’s home. So I go to my childhood church to make arrangements and there’s already a wedding that Saturday – who knew there were two women in town that weren’t already married, so I got shifted to Sunday – Easter Sunday. The florist loved that. It was also April 15, Tax Day. At least he’s never forgotten our anniversary.
Even though hubby groans about it, the kids still get Easter baskets – I don’t care that they’re both grown and gone. I got one as long as Momma was alive, so it’s only fair. Us Easter chipmunks have to stick together . . .
Come on and leave a comment – that’s two books I’ll be giving away – one with each hippity hop…
Check out who else is on the hop http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/