In my early teens, I was too sick for my mom and me to travel to Chicago for Easter to visit her brother’s family. Instead, we went a month later to celebrate the twins’ birthday. On the drive down, I mentioned that I really missed my annual chocolate Easter bunny from Fanny Farmer. While we were in Chicago, my mom went on an errand to Woodfield. At Sunday dinner, there was a dark chocolate Easter bunny waiting on my dinner plate … in May. My mother always paid attention to the details. Hug the special people in your lives today and tell them how much you love them!
At the first dance for my seventh grade class, we were all jittering with nerves. As the boys lined up on one side of the cafeteria and the girls lined up on the other, I hoped that my crush would ask me to dance. The boys were pointedly horsing around, appearing to be nonchalant, ignoring the girls. The music played and the dance floor was empty. Then, my crush asked a girl to dance, and another, and another … and me. I could tell that he was terrified. He held his body stiffly and there was no chatter. When he went back to the group of guys, they elbowed him and rubbed the short hair on his head, and teased him loudly. Who did he think he was? He was showing them up. And yet, that afternoon, I understood that bravery comes in many forms and kindness is a quality I admire greatly. I am grateful for people who step away from the pack to do what they believe is right.