Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I was in the toy store this morning trying to figure out what to get the grandkids that isn't candy.  Or stuffed bunnies, chicks or ducks.  They've got enough of those.  I found two little battery lantern flashlights for the boys, but I'd like something to fit inside plastic eggs to hide.  They will both be here the Friday before Easter Sunday, and I can at least fix up an egg hunt.  More searching must be done.  I've got to send my granddaughter her gift, so it's even more complicated.  Our family went to Easter sunrise service, then my mom cooked a big midday dinner, usually ham, scalloped potatoes, green beans and a salad, with the most amazing coconut cake, high as a top hat, for dessert.  She'd dye some coconut green, make a nest and put jellybean eggs inside, and have a couple of chicks (non-edible) on top as well.  When I became a mother, I focused on the Easter baskets left inside the door from the Easter bunny, an egg hunt with eggs painted by the kids and then a picnic in a nearby park with fried chicken, potato salad, deviled eggs and cupcakes or brownies.  The kids ran around like wild mustangs and when we returned home, the day was over.  Now I seldom do anything, as the kids have their own traditions and in-laws and friends for marking the day.  I don't even make anything special, as we eat pretty healthy these days.  But the joy of spring, and new animals, flowers and foods, still feels special and worth celebrating.