Because Chocolate Bunnies Are Important

In my girlhood days, I liked to read and as I read, I was always intrigued with traditions and special moments that families would hold dear.

Eating apples and popcorn by the fire.

Coming in from sledding and drinking hot cider.

Wading through snow to cut down a Christmas tree and dragging it home and decorating it.

The gracious, gentle, never-impatient mother reading books aloud and teaching wonderful lessons. {Ahem. Works so well in books.}

New pajamas on Christmas eve.

On and on…

I still like traditions and special memories. I have special memories from my childhood of lots of fun times and laughter and holidays. I always greatly anticipated our family Christmas and the Christmas get-together at my Grandma’s. We have a traditional menu at my parents for our Christmas together, that developed over the years. My mother-in-law and her sister always serve coconut cake at our Christmas get-together, because that’s what their mother and dad fixed.

I’ve realized these little things often just happen. They start out, unplanned, and become favorites and add meaning to our lives.

Here on my blog, I often refer to my dear husband as “my man”. I like it, for one thing. I’m glad he’s mine. But I also use it, because my Grandma did. I can still hear her asking my mother, “What’s your man doing today?” And I often think of one of my cousins and friend’s who got the biggest giggles out of Grandma using this terminology. It’s funny how things come around though. Because as much as she giggled, I’m quite confident that now as she’s grown and married, she’s very glad to call her husband “her man”. 🙂

Another little thing I do just because it is special to me, is my signature. Whenever I have to sign a check or sign papers, you will find me signing them with my first name, my middle initial, and my last name. My dad always signs his name with his middle initial. My middle initial is the same as his and I think of him and his signature.

Little things are special. Life would be boring without them.

So all of these words just to post pictures of my not-so-littles and our tradition-that-just-became-over-the-years, of chocolate bunnies. I really hadn’t thought about it too much until this year. My kiddos said something about “When you get our chocolate bunnies.”

It made me think back, and yeah, we’ve been getting chocolate bunnies every year for a long time. I remember picking out a chocolate bunny with my very small daughter. I remember one year money arriving in the mail, for a dear little granddaughter, from Grandma, to buy a chocolate bunny with. We’ve had small bunnies and big bunnies. We’ve had really pretty ones and just plain ole chocolate bunny ones.

And somewhere along the line, chocolate bunnies have become a special memory to my children.

I propped this years’ bunnies up in a corner of the counter as I unloaded Wal-Mart bags. When my son happened along and spied them, he was excited. “You got our bunnies!”

Simple chocolate bunnies. Nothing that special. Yet special too.

Because little things are important and I am grateful for all the little things that come my way.

I browsed quickly through some of my photos from years gone by and found a few I had to include!

 

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