When I dropped the easter baskets off at Cassie's I did so on the back porch. I didn't realize they put the baskets on the front porch. The children kept going to the front porch looking for their basket. Poor little things kept opening the door to disappointment. Time and time again. Finally, Hannah looked out the back window and spied something sitting on the back porch. With an ear-splitting scream she and brother ran to the back door. There they found the much sought after easter baskets. Cassie said she could hear them screaming, "OH MY GOODNESS!" over and over. LOL! If I had known, I would have sat them where they usually go, but I think this worked out even better because of the suprise factor. Can you, for just a moment, remember how you felt, as a kid getting these kind of suprises? Weren't they wonderful? I do love The Easter Bunny and baskets full of goodies, but I love the day for what I believe it to be...rememberence of my Saviour who rose from the dead and made a way for me. Thank you Jesus for remembering me. I love you, too. When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and I could say, "I used everything you gave me." ~ Erma Bombeck
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