Easter – Anna Spargo-Ryan



My daughters are remarkable. I say that all the time, because I am their mother, and then I follow it with “but they really are┬áremarkable!” because, as discussed, I am their mother.

This morning – Easter Sunday morning – they picked up their chocolate bunnies, bit the ears off (the only way to eat them), then sat down and did puzzle books together for an hour. They didn’t say “I want more chocolate” or “Where’s the rest of the chocolate?” or “Why isn’t there more chocolate?” They would rather do puzzles.

I, on the other hand, have been having a mild breakdown since 7am because there are no choc cross buns left (because I ate them all).

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