If it wasn't for my dear mother
Easter would have hopped right by us.

And I wouldn't have realized it until my next run to Fred Meyer...

when I trip over the clearance table...

of 50% off candy and neon plastic grass.

A package arrived yesterday from my mom
filled to the brim with holiday goodness.

Thank you mom... we loved everything, especially the bubbles!

I'm so glad I have you to remind me
of the little things that make holidays so special.
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