The Chocolate Bunny

Childhood memories of Easter are vivid in color, aromas and feelings.
I loved the Easter lilies in the church, the ladies' Easter bonnets (which soon went out of style in my life time), the triumphant hymns. Then there were all the colored eggs of all sizes - from regular eggs that were painted to the little foil wrapped chocolate ones.

I don't know why, I've never figured out what it is in me, but the thing I remember most and appreciated the most, was the Chocolate Bunny. I remember receiving one every Easter for years and I remember feeling the same way about it every time.

The bunny would come in one of those display boxes and I never wanted to open it. As a kid, I was amazed by the 'art work', the wonder of 'how this could be made' and I could see a 'personality' in its face - even though I was fully aware that it was only chocolate:)

I remember the struggle - I wanted to eat it because it was always the most delicious chocolate of the year, at least to me, but I also wanted to save it - savor the moment, savor the wonder. Almost always, my desire to save it won out, at least for a while, and the bunny would sit on my dresser for weeks before I would sit down and open it up. I would run my fingers over all the ridges and curves, and then, take that first bite. My, oh my! how sweet it was...