Except I can't forget to tell you about what my parents did for us. They had the front tire on my bike replaced. It's been missing for two years since some crack head neighbor of mine stole it. I said previously they must have been really hard-up to only take the front tire. It was so awesome to finally ride it again. It felt like the first Easter I spent with my dad. My dad and mom married when I was seven and the easter before they married my dad bought me a Strawberry Shortcake play stand and a banana seat bike with clouds on the seat. Being a child who grew up on welfare, receiving two very large gifts like that for one holiday pretty much made my entire life. (I'm getting teary eyed just typing this which was completely unexpected. I must be hormonal - oh wait I'm ALWAYS HORMONAL!!) We have a picture of that day of when I first saw the lavish gifts after walking up that Sunday and seeing them displayed in the kitchen. You can imagine that any Easter after that didn't quite live up to that very special day. That was the beginning of the thousands of amazing things that my dad would do for me for the rest of my life (mom included).
The even cooler thing about this Easter was that they bought Tyrone a bike too (we all got bikes that day) and now our whole family can go on rides together. It's one of those rare activities that we all like doing.
I refuse to give it up though. As goes life, right? The metaphors are screaming at me right now but I don't think I need to make any life comparisons for us do I? I don't think so.
Gotta get back up on that damn horse.
*note: these pics aren't actually from Easter day, they're from the day before