Almost forgot to post this, this morning. Wow what a busy week leading up to Easter and I can say that it's full of the normal chaos. And a little extra chaos so it seems for my family, since this year like it does so ever often my birthday actually lands on Easter Sunday. I'm still not sure exactly how they figure out which Sunday Easter is supposed to land on but nonetheless it's once again it has landed on my birthday - I could care less but my family refuses to let me skip it. But you probably ask why does this matter, well *smile* I'll get to that. Everyone usually has wonderful Easter memories and for a chance to win my prize, which happens to be this lovely basket below, all I need you to do is to comment and tell me what your most amusing or touching Easter memory is. And relax - I wouldn't ask anything of you that I won't do myself. Remember me saying about my birthday landing on Easter?
Well let me tell you a tale of little Dakota - of the first time her birthday landed on Easter Sunday. She was only five and since we were all meeting at my Grandma and Grandpa Coghlan's house, the family decided to throw in an extra presents, cake and ice cream to celebrate. She had lots of fun with her cousins - joining the Easter Egg Hunt - playing with Lady, her grandparents' "lassie dog" as she called it. She even had a huge meal full of ham, pineapple, grams homemade mashed taters and even some kolaches that gram had made special because the birthday girl had asked so nicely.
Then came the big moment - everyone gathered around while Grandpa lit five little candles on the cake Grandma made for little Dakota. The family sang happy birthday, Dakota made a wish and blew out the candles. Everything was great - that was until Grandma went to cut the cake and little Dakota flipped out. Nothing anyone could say would calm her down. She cried and carried on - refusing to eat the cake...and why?
Well you see, Grams had made Dakota's cake to be shaped like a real bunny - in theme with the holiday. It honest to God looked like one of those long eared jumbo bunnies that Dakota had seen on Grams farm. It wasn't a flat sheet cake, she'd actually found a mold somewhere that looked like a real bunny once it was frosted. She'd even used colored coconut to make the fur look like Dakota's favorite bunny. Unfortunately for Grams the birthday girl was too little to understand the difference between a well done cake and the real thing.
At the time it wasn't funny, and I'm sure my parents were mortified, but I still remember Grams cutting into the cake - a red velvet chocolate (which is still one of my favorites) and thinking that she'd just killed my favorite bunny. (I was such a little drama queen at the age). I never did eat any of the cake and of course my parents' blamed my behavior on me being overly tired and laid me down for a nap while the rest of the family ate my "bunny" cake. I still get teased to this day when I go up for Easter and this year will probably be worse since my birthday - once again has fallen on the holiday as my aunts and uncles tell stories around the table about previous Easters. I just laugh and say, "come on I was only five."
Okay now that you've heard my humorous Easter tale, tell me about one of your fond memories of Easter for a chance to win this. And don't forget to go HERE to find all the other participating members of the Hoppy Easter blog hop!