On Easter Eve Abe and I scrambled to get the egg hunt and baskets together. We were exhausted. We officially made the ugliest baskets EVER, complete with rabbit sculpture kitsch that a sweet octogenarian neighbor gave me before she moved away. We were just grateful we had not thrown them away, because there’s nothing our kids love more than cluttery objects/trash. Honestly, they adored their Easter baskets, and I was so grateful. I hope they’re always this easy to please…