Well this was our first. Our first Easter married (not as a couple-that would have been a year ago. One year ago when he so sweetly asked me how I would feel if a certain incident which occur ed in a freezer, were to happen again, but for real this time. Imagine the joy I felt as I quietly responded, "It would make me very happy!") we spent with my family. My grandmother had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's and slips every now and again. As tradition held firm we went to her house for Easter dinner and Easter egg hunt. This was David's first trip to meet the extended family. They were polite and kind, although he was a bit confused when my grandmother told him that we were having corn dogs with our hunt. For some reason he interpreted this as we were hiding the corn dogs instead of candy. I hate to disappoint you readers but he was wrong, the corn dogs were to go with our ham dinner.
This year I was determined to make the day special. I had grand plans of sneaking out with a girlfriend and buying an Easter basket for him. Sadly this was not to be. David went with us on our adventures and I completely forgot until around midnight. As I lay on his lap sleeping (my usual pose when watching movies) I woke to realize my error. I started whining about how horrible I was and how he deserved a good wife. He just laughed and drove me to the store. We promptly went our opposite directions and bought 'surprises' for each other. We even took over separate rooms to set things up. The next morning I realized what a gem of a husband I have. He had created a beautiful 'vase' basket with gorgeous roses, and some extraordinarily yummy chocolate. We spent our day relaxing as we listened to General Conference and ate our baskets of goodies.
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