My Fondness of Easter

Long, long ago in a land far, far away (in another state), there was a very special Easter. And I have had a real fondness for the holiday ever since. You see, I was an Easter baby. And while my birthday is not until next month, Easter makes me think about it. Call it my birthday season.

We lived in a small picturesque town. There was a small hospital there. My brother was born in that hospital. And the story goes that the doctor who delivered him was drunk. He came out blue with the cord wrapped around his neck. He recovered, some would say completely. My mother vowed to never use that doctor or that hospital again.

So when she became pregnant with me, she went to a different doctor that delivered at the somewhat bigger hospital one town over. My mother wanted a girl. Even took measures to make sure she got one. What those measures are, I don't know and don't want to. But apparently it worked. Because she got me. My dad has joked for years that doctor declared I was a boy and my mother said to put it back. For all of her desire to have a girl, I still can't understand why I am not the favorite.

And one spring day or night, no one ever told me, she headed out of town to have a baby. I was born at 11 something in the morning. I kept that poor doctor from going to church on Easter Sunday. I would like to believe that he got to participate in a miracle and that is better than any church service. My brother might disagree with that whole miracle concept.

After I was cleaned up, the hospital gave me an adorable pink bunny outfit. Their last one. And I was cute too. I would show a picture, except I don't have one scanned in. Sadly, that cute pink outfit was the first of many. I spent my early years dressed solidly in pink. It took me over thirty years to wear anything pink again.

Now, I relish thinking about the boys Easter baskets. I love coloring eggs. And hunting eggs. Easter marks the beginning of my birthday season or the end. My birthday has not been celebrated on Easter since. But one day it will.

This picture is of me and my brother on my third Easter. I was almost or just barely two. I love the big smile on my face. And all those eggs.