We had almost all of my family’s traditional Easter treats this year–the cinnamon bread:
The candy for the egg hunt:
The Easter baskets with chocolate bunnies and tubes of imitation M&Ms my husband brought back from Warsaw. (As Sunny puts it, “Nothing says Easter like Polish M&Ms.”)
And, of course, we had the mess:
Because you’re not really living if you don’t make the house look like the scene of a natural disaster.
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I wish you were still my cube neighbor, then you would bring me some of that Easter candy.