Of $5 dresses and Santa flags
I hope your Easter was full of pastel colors and chocolate bunnies. Ours was a whirlwind, as I’m sure many of you can relate to.
We started off Saturday with a trip to Fredericksburg for the Masonic Lodge’s egg hunt, a tradition they began about six years ago. I had never heard of it, until my co-worker, Monika, mentioned it. Her dad is a member of the Salem Masonic Lodge. I thought it would be a good way to give coverage to a hunt that hadn’t had any in the past and the only opportunity for my kids to hunt eggs.
Wow. Talk about going all out. These guys covered their property with 4,000 eggs, all filled with candy or money. I’d guess there were about 80 kids, so there were plenty – and by plenty I mean hundreds – of eggs for all the kids. As if that weren’t enough, the Masons then gave each child a chocolate bunny!
The kids got jacked up on sugar just in time for us to make the trip to Salem for a friend’s wedding at Cornerstone Hall. It is such a beautiful setting and so convenient for the ceremony and reception to be in the same place. Sylvia and Warner, along with some other small kids, kept everyone entertained with their dance moves.
We got home just in time for Darin to leave for work and for me to give a little heping hand to the Easter Bunny. “By the way,” I said to the kids as I tucked them into bed, “where’s the green Easter bucket? We have the blue and purple ones, but not the green one.”
“It doesn’t matter, Mom,” advised Hays. “The Easter Bunny always brings us a new bucket.”
Gulp. Luckily, the Easter Bunny did bring drawstring bags this year (Star Wars for the boys, a cute nautical one with a whale for Sis), so I was saved. I think he might have also recycled some of those eggs from Fredericksburg, but I’ll never tell!
Hays was the first one up, bright and early, at 5:30 a.m. Sunday morning. Groan. I hadn’t turned in til after 1, so I was a bit groggy. He quickly woke Warner and Sylvia. They ran downstairs and found nothing, setting up a bit of a panic attack. They ran back upstairs and looked at their places at the table. Bags were hanging on their chairbacks and a pack of those 8-ounce Cokes was at each place. My kids rarely ever get soda, so this was a special treat from the Easter bunny.
After they went crazy with the Silly String in their bags, I persuaded them to get dressed. We had to be at church by 8:30 as Hays and Sylvia were singing in the children’s choir. My color coordination worked out, even if the boys weren’t too thrilled about wearing purple ties. I told them it’s all about Sylvia’s dress, which was a beautiful lavender one.
After Mass, the choir director told me she had admired Sylvia’s dress to which she replied: “Thank you. It was only $5 at Goodwill!” True story.
We returned home to get ready to host Easter dinner in the evening. In typical Ferriell fashion, we replaced the Santa flag blowing from the deck with a bright, springy one just minutes before guests started arriving.
But, hey, it did get replaced! We managed to look organized and pulled together, at least for the evening.