thanks aggieb.. I have that book! its a beautiful story [with one odd, kinda creepy part about the mother crawling into her son's window when he's grown.. that part just makes me pause for just a second. sorry]. I still love the story and even the creepy part because without it, the story might be way too normal and perfect. we all have our moments of doing outrageous things for the ones we love so much. the special thing about your story is your mother/daughter relationship and your mother doing such a loving thing for you. I must do this someday for my son! and I am going to use this exact book!!!!!!! and I am going to tell him that all mothers sneak into their grown sons windows & he needs to just get used to it! ha ha.
easter! it does have many wonderful, springy memories. every year I think back to the big fat easter baskets filled with real dyed eggs, candy and a few special treats - nothing big, all arranged lovingly in the green easter basket grass. and I think about the torture of easter outfit shopping with my mother (and the 4 of us kids), and having to find the perfect dress, white or black patent leather shoes, tights, etc. I do remember a white seersucker bell bottom pant suit when I was about 12. I have a pic somewhere. all of us together in the picture with perfectly combed hair. it was about the only time all year for all of us to look so cleaned up! then church of course, and a great big Italian lunch consisting of lasagna or ravioli - all made by hand by my grandmother and other women in the family.
Easter is still a big family day back home.
and I am a PEEP lover.