heyo blog fronds. i certainly hope you are in a location where the easter bun can find you with lapine ease this weekend.
my mom used to make the most SPECTACULAR easter baskets. really all gift displays by here were extra. she loved shopping – she never missed a trick if I lingered on something in a store i liked. i’d purr over something pretty and before i knew it, she’d be through the checkout, purchase in hand, sporting a sly ‘oh that’s nothing’ grin.
she was a crafting maven, so combine a penchant for marathon shopping with her hawk-eyed vigilance for the ‘perfect’ gift (and it always was) — then add in masterful packaging powers, be it gift wrap (she made her own gift tags), a scavenger hunt, or an easter basket fit for a maharaji rabbit – she always made holidays and birthdays feel exceptionally special for me.
it goes without saying she created a bit of a monster – an entitled and exceptionally spoiled only daughter who literally thought the spotlight was trained to follow her. but, when my mom was that light source, radiating through her fluency in the love language of gifts, it was nearly impossible not to feel shiny and sparkly.
i miss that. i miss her. and i’ll miss my extraordinary easter basket this year. i have learned it’s not the things in the basket that matter, it’s the paw that put them there. so love on your bunnies this weekend, fill their baskets and in turn, yours will fill up too.
blah, and blah. love and light. you should also watch the new Beyonce documentary.