I didn’t get to believe in the Easter Bunny long enough. Shortly after I learned about the bunny it turned into chocolate. No more wishing, or hoping in fantasy for a dream come true. Just sugar and calories, and the blues.
I was chatting with my adult nephew not long ago. I wanted to have fun and not get hung up on too much detail and reality. We were texting. How complete can the picture be?
I chose to hope, wish and dream, instead of clarifying the impossibility of the event. I chose to keep the Easter bunny, so we could smile together for a little while longer.