Not much has changed over the years except I’m now one of the parents carefully finding the perfect hiding spots in the yard, trying to make my grandmother’s mile-high coconut cake, and keeping myself from sneezing all over the Easter eggs. My hay fever usually in full swing.
I can tell you it's not a very attractive sight, the poor Easter Bunny’s basket full of half-used tissues. Not very appealing for the little ones finding an Easter egg covered in something other than food coloring. At the end of the party, as my family piles in their cars to go home, I find myself wondering if anybody noticed the Easter Bunny was hopped up on antihistamines sleeping on the lawn chair drool dripping from her chin.
This year I am determined to make it through the whole party awake or at least with a dry chin. Here’s to you, my fellow hay fever suffers. Stock up on tissue, buy some water-proof mascara, and remember that winter is only six months away.