After we had all become completely awakened by the wonderful effects of coffee, it was time for cards. I opened my first card, which was from my parents. It was the usual funny card with an awful pun. The next card I opened was from my grandparents.
Although it still had a godawful pun, it had an image on the front of an egg getting dyed. This one image brought me the “egg-citement” Easter had brought me when I was a child not so long ago. It reminded me of the fun times I had with my grandmother dying eggs with me every Easter. That type of feeling puts a smile on your face and reminds me about the happiness of those small things. Things like dying eggs or putting the stockings up for Christmas. All of these things for me are a pleasant surprise each time I do them.