My oldest two children are believers. Well, not really. They are teenagers, and we all know that teenagers "know" everything and don't believe anything. What my teenagers know is that once they are old enough stop believing...then they stop receiving. So you can ask them...both of them several inches over six feet tall, deep voices and adam's apples...just ask them if they believe in Santa, The Easter Bunny, heck, they'll claim to believe in the Energizer Bunny if they think it will get them another gift or two. My oldest will be of age to join the army in a month and he still tells me what he hopes Santa will bring. "Mom, I really hope Santa can get me those speakers." he says, ever hopeful that Santa will come through even if mom is unemployed. You gotta love eternal hope.
My youngest, though, he is another story. He was born skeptical. And each year he begs me to tell him the truth about Santa. I'd rather eat dirt! I tell him that I believe. And I tell him to ask his brothers. They believe. He eventually decides to accept the magic of the season...at least until the next year. However, the Easter Bunny... he's just not buying. He still loves to dye eggs and now he has younger cousins and he gets to hide the eggs for them to find. I guess a giant rabbit hopping all over the world is a bit of a stretch.
I'd added some interesting gadgets to magnoliasandmartinis. I hope you'll stop in and have a look around. I also hope you enjoy this very special time of year, whether for you it's Easter or Passover,or just SPRING, I pray you are blessed.
