No, I didn't take a picture of my children in matching poofy pastel dresses and light yellow sweater vests with baby blue bow ties. Nor did I blow out and dye eggs, affixing ribbons and flowers to them and creating a charming centerpiece for our Easter dinner table. I didn't "hide eggs," unless you count the two dozen or so that Mike and I put in our backyard as an afterthought. I didn't "make ham" or a bunny-shaped Easter cake. There were no signs saying "Welcome Spring!", paper mache nests filled with candy eggs, parties with children and charming bunny-shaped favors, or straw hats with ribbons. I did not even make an Easter egg banner from paint samples!
And guess what? We all lived to tell the tale of the Easter that wasn't, the year Mom dropped the ball. Of course, the things that really matter--Hershey's chocolate eggs--were in our home in abundance.