Easter always starts the same way, at six am you can find me stood on our front lawn scattering foil wrapped parcels of delight in amongst the flower beds.
Preceding this tradition is usually an exchange of harsh words between he who helped create them and I as he declares me insane for mimicking the actions of an imaginary over grown bunny once again.
It is our tradition; at six ten my older pair bounce out of bed with the energy of Tigger and fly down the stairs with expectations higher than a skyscraper. Their eyes search the room rapidly for their tools. This year it was two bunny masks and a basket; and then they leap through the front door with shrieks of undisguised joy.
This year BB should have joined them, she should have been tugging on her slippers whilst I tied a knot in her dressing gown. Instead she remained wrapped in my arms, driving me like a car using her pointed figure to show where she wanted to hunt first.
She enjoyed it nonetheless, but I longed to see her toddle on little legs collecting up treats. She doesn’t know what she is missing but as her mum I suffered the guilt of thinking what should have been and I hope against hope that next year paints a different picture.
The haul was good this year, the bunny did good and by nine am the young showed signs of a sugar come down so more chocolate was introduced to keep the mood high.
Lunch with friends was eaten, Easter was celebrated with those we love.
The day was close to perfect, the children played in rare harmony, we giggled whilst completing a moshling mystery, snuggled whilst watching the smurfs and wrapped up the day by building a sleeping den from sheets and pillows.
As the sun started to slumber in the sky, BB drifted off to sleep with her arms intertwined with her own bunny, a happy smile spread out on her milk tinted lips.
Twin girl wrapped her arms tight around my neck.
“Today was the best Easter ever,” she proclaimed.
“I love you mummy, all of you. Except your breath because it smells like bad chocolate.”
Is there such a thing as bad chocolate?
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