
I'd like to dedicate this post to my 24 yr old brother Jacob. The Easter Bunny still comes when you get married! I'll never forget Easter Sunday 2006, the only time in 25 years that the 'easter bunny' was 'sick' and didn't visit our house. My brother, Jacob, got up at the crack of dawn to search for his basket. He bounced, very conspicuously, from room to room on the balls of his feet as he searched for his basket of treats. The disappointment on his face was pitiful and hysterical as he whispered to me nonchalantly... "What happened to the Easter Bunny?"
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