My Favorite Easter Memory
My Grandma was a hard worker.
She would work all day, come home and cook dinner for the family, and then fall asleep in her chair watching t.v.
Then wake up and do it all again.
I spent a lot of weekends with her until about age 10.
But sometimes I wasn’t sure if she noticed I was even around.
She was always so busy or tired, which now looking back was completely understandable, because she worked a lot and didn’t have an easy life.
Out of all the time I spent with her, there is this one weekend that I will never forget.
I must have been around 10 or so. It was the day before Easter.
She was cooking and getting stuff ready for our family picnic the next day.
I was in the backyard by myself when she called me inside.
And when I got inside, she was sitting at the kitchen table with a tray full of freshly baked cupcakes.
They were yellow cake cupcakes, which were my favorite (and still are).
She had bowls of colored frosting. Pastel pink, blue and yellow.
And she asked me if I wanted to decorate cupcakes.
I said, “Ya,” and I sat down and decorated cupcakes with my Grandma.
We laughed. We talked.
She let me eat cupcakes.
It was the first time that I really bonded with my Grandma.
In that moment I realized that even though my Grandma was always busy, she loved me.
This is my favorite Easter memory.
Every year at Easter I’m reminded of it.
I can still see her smiling down at me and the colorful tray of pastel cupcakes sitting between us.
It is this memory that makes Easter special for me.
It’s one I will always cherish