I’m not religious, but Easter was one of my favorite holidays growing up. I mean, who doesn’t love yummy chocolate, baby chicks, and giant bunny rabbits? In fact, I was a lot more upset to learn that the Easter Bunny wasn’t real than Santa Claus. But maybe I always suspected Santa. His handwriting was too similar to my dad’s distinctive architect’s lettering.
This is me (age 10-ish), my friend Austin, some random girl I don’t know, and Mr. and Mrs. Easter Bunny. I’m not sure I knew there was a Mrs. Easter Bunny before that day, but hey, every-bunny needs some-bunny, right?