I’m not sure why, but I’ve been listening to the Beatles a
lot lately. I think it’s because a phrase from the song “Let it Be” popped into
my head early this week, and while perusing some files, I brought the album up
on youtube for a little background music.
My husband is not a Beatles fan, so I rarely listen to them
at home. My mother was (and still is) a fan, so I grew up with this stuff. I didn’t’
realize how many of their songs I can sing from beginning to end. Odd.
Speaking of my mom, just days away from Easter I’ve been seeing
notices about a bunch of egg hunts, and they make my smile. I can’t think of an
Easter egg hunt without thinking of my folks. Not because of hunts they staged
for me and my brothers, but because a few years ago my youngest son hid eggs
for his grandparents to find. My mom had mentioned that she had never hunted
eggs as a child, so Matthew bought some eggs and loaded them with jelly beans
and other goodies. Nice kid.
A sight I will never forget was watching Mom and Dad sprint
from opposite sides of the lawn toward a bird bath that contained a blue
plastic egg, racing to see who could get to it first. I don’t know when I’ve
ever laughed so hard. They were swiping eggs from each other’s baskets when the
other one wasn’t looking, and later on, my mom took all of her favorite candy
from my dad’s eggs. He gave her a suspicious look when he spotted her sitting
close to his basket chatting with the kids, then cautiously checked an egg.
“Hey!”
She just gave him an innocent look.
Good stuff.
I sent a few goodies to my granddaughter Layla, just because
it’s fun to get a package in the mail. A few hours after it arrived in
Rochester, my daughter posted a video of Layla zooming around the house on a
major sugar rush after eating a Peep. “Thanks a lot, Mom,” Maggie says as her
hyped up 15-month-old flings herself around the room.
No problem, honey.
Have a great Easter, everyone, with plenty of smiles.
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