2011 Easter is coming who has the bunny?

Life is too short to have to put up with pain, dang the FMS has fired up again, I could get upset but I learned long ago it did no good. In fact it can make it worse so I grin and bare it so to speak, The thing that galls me the most is it is time to rut around the garden and my body feels like I was run over by a truck. So I will put on my overalls, knee pads and drag myself around the yard because the ground is ready and the weeds come out real easy this time of year so out I will go tomorrow. The Ebson salts are ready and waiting for that hot bath after. Simple things give so much pleasure, a hug, a wink, a hot bath and someone to love you what more do I need, nothing really I have everything I need...Healthy husband, children and a safe home. My healthy husband went to see the Doctors this week and he has now completed his sixth year cancer free, yahoo I was reading my poems I wrote while we were going through that unknown world of cancer, we were both so afraid, all the news was bad and they did not give us much hope for recovery. Now we celebrate his six years of good health. God has blessed us, and we are so thankful. I get shivers when I think of what could have happened, we were saved from that; still there is no guarantee we just trust God and do the best we can with the life we have left. Getting older is not for sissy's I look around the house and see so much that should be done and now that I am older I figure oh well and move onto another project. I could not have done that a few years ago, age does change ones attitude about the little things that used to bother me, like my windows with a cataract I can not see the dirt so I let them go. Down in my heart I know they are dirty but I really do not care enough to clean them. Maybe the fairies will come by and clean them, then again maybe not.
Well Easter is coming and the kids most of them are coming for brunch, I will do eggs Benedict and sausage and the kids will do the rest. The little children are getting older and this may be our last Easter with a hunt. I can remember when my grand-daughter Anna who is now thirty, seeing her running with her basket she ran around in circles and the other kids found the eggs, she was so cute. Jerry used to hold her on his lap and she would sing to him, making up the words as she went, a dear memory to hold on to. Is that not what life is about? making good memories, to warm the heart. We have so many good memories to hold dear and my pictures are so much fun to go through. I have a lot, I love taking pictures, and I have five boxes of photos, and I love each one so much because they are of my family and family is what I believe in...In the late 70's I thought I had lost my family, but I was wrong and my family has grown we now fill the house.
This Easter will not be the same without Ethel she was so dear to all of us, and she really loved to eat, slowly she ate so slow but she could really pack the food in, she was only 4'10'. At times she could eat Jerry under the table she would just smile and keep on eating I do not know how she did it. The way that little munchkin ate she should of had a weight problem, but not her she could probably wear one of the dresses she made in high school, what a special gal. There are times when I go to the phone and then I catch myself and I remember she has gone. I do miss her chit chat she loved people and she wanted to know everything about you. We were so lucky to have her.