My dad owned a shoe store when I was growing up and one of the Easter traditions that developed in our home was that the Easter Bunny would leave a colored hard-boiled egg in my shoe on Easter morning. I would wake up and find it there and when I was older, my dad and I would share an Easter egg together for breakfast before going to worship.

Of course, Easter Bunnies come and Easter Bunnies go, if you catch my drift, and after I went away to college the EB seemed not to be able to find me on Easter Sunday because for many years I would wake up on Easter Sunday morning with no egg in my shoe. Understandable. Then I married a fantastic woman who, among other things, works really hard at honoring family traditions, and low and behold the Easter Bunny has found where I live and started laying an Easter egg in my shoe on Easter Sunday morning just like when I was a kid! Strange how that works.

I am thankful for thoughtful Easter Bunnies who love me and the egg they lay. That EB. What a pip (as my mama would say). Happy Easter to you and yours! Christ is risen! Alleluia!! The Lord is risen indeed! Alleluia!! Now there’s an Easter tradition worth really embracing and preserving!