“Yay!” This was my version of a party. Just me and Daddy and a movie.
“Daddy,” I shook him. “There’s a noise outside. I’m scared.”
“Huh, what?” Daddy let out a big yawn. “Let me take a peek, you stay here.” He wandered over to the window and looked outside really quick, then tip-toed back to the bed. “It’s the Easter bunny. Stay here or they may leave you rocks instead of treats.”
Shoot, now I was so excited there was no way I was going back to sleep.
“Bunny, are you being naughty?”
“No, Daddy, but I’m all fidgety now. I wanna see the Easter Bunny.”
“Sweetheart, they are much like Santa, and if you peek it makes you naughty. You’re not a naughty boy, you’re Daddy’s good boy. Come on, let’s get a quick nap in while they work.”
“’Kay.” But I wasn’t happy about it.
My feet moved like I was running in bed, my body wiggled and I huffed until Daddy got frustrated.
“Alright, enough. We’ll go down and have breakfast, but you are not under any circumstance allowed to look outside until I say so. Understood?”
Dang it, Daddy was really mad at me. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I promise.”
“Alright. Let’s get you into your bunny costume and you can have your Easter basket from Daddy.”
“I get a basket from Daddy too? I thought it was just from the bunny, and we found eggs and stuff.”
“Yes, my spoiled Bunny. Daddy made you a special basket just from him. Now, let’s get you dressed.” I was out of bed and stripped down before Daddy got up. “While that’s a glorious sight for this Daddy to see, I have to ask if you snuck out of bed and raided the snack drawer while daddy slept, because you’ve got a whole lot of energy.”
I giggled and wiggled. “Nope, just super excited is all.”
As soon as Daddy got me zipped up, I hopped around the room. “Look Daddy, I’m the Easter Bunny.”
“You’re the Easter something for sure,” Daddy chuckled. “Let’s hop your little fuzzy butt down the hallway and get some food in your tummy.”
“Hoppity-hop-hop,” I sang as I hopped down the hall. “It’s Easter!” My first celebrated one aside from the family I lived with that made me go to their crazy church on Easter Sunday. Heck, every Sunday they made me, and some of the people and the Pastor there were mean. Glad I never came out to them. They threatened to cast us aside and free the demons, as they called those of us who were deemed different, and exorcise them from our bodies. If that’s the kind of God they worshipped, it wasn’t a God for me.
No thank you.
There’s nothing wrong with being gay and there’s nothing wrong with me.
“What was that huff for, Bunny?”
“Just thinking about a not-so-great time from my past and realizing how wrong things they said and did were.”
“Good for you. Don’t let anyone tell you to change a thing. You’re perfect just the way you are.” That called for a big bunny hug. “I love you, Bunny.”
“I love you, Daddy. Ohhh, Easter basket.”
Daddy laughed. “Oh, how quickly the moment changed. Dig into it while Daddy fixes breakfast, but remember your promise to not peek outside.”
“I remember, but the Easter Bunny sure is noisy.” There was lots of banging going on. Sounded like she had a whole team of bunnies out there. What were they up to?
“Yay! A chocolate bunny, mmm, crunchy chocolate eggs,” I nibbled one while Daddy wasn’t looking. “What’s in the plastic eggs?” I shook one and listened then popped it open. “Cute tiny figurines. Thank you, Daddy.”
“Happy Easter, my love. There’s more so keep digging.”
New coloring books and coloring pencils, tiny erasers for the ends of them in different animal shapes and more plastic figurines for my playroom shelf. This was so much fun.
I lined up the figures in front of me and chose a picture to color for Daddy from my new Easter themed coloring book. Concentrating hard, I didn’t notice Daddy beside me until he moved my book aside and replaced it with a plate full of silly bunny shaped pancakes.
