As a young mother, Easter was a joy but also a hindrance. There were Easter outfits to purchase, the perfect basket to master, a bunny cake to craft, eggs to boil and decorate, and the list seemed to go on forever. Today, with my “baby” about to turn 40 and grandkids 13 hours away, those fun activities, which stressed me to no end, are but a memory. And, believe it or not, I miss them.