I do love all things Easter, however - the chocolate bunnies and Whopper eggs, crisp white dresses, fresh tulips and lilies, and cheap plastic eggs with tiny toys inside. I love that crap.
When Brennen was younger, I never really made a big deal about Easter. I mean, I would put together a basket for him, filled with peeps and kinder eggs, but I knew that he couldn't open them, couldn't eat them, and couldn't play with the toys inside. Brennen wouldn't look for his Easter basket, or hunt for eggs. He wasn't able to, and there was a sting to that, like I was being robbed of one of the joys of parenting that everyone else was taking pleasure in. It was an expectation of mine - just one of the many ideals that were woven throughout everything I thought I would get to enjoy with my child when I became a mother, and it was hard to accept that some things were just not going to go as planned for us.
Happy Easter from our family to yours! However you celebrate, I hope everyone has a beautiful weekend with the ones you love!