Annada Marie Vergo

When I told Annada Easter was coming, her reaction surprised me.

“I want to make you breakfast in bed!” she yelled out, jumping up and down in excitement.

We make each other breakfast in bed for birthdays and Mothers’/Fathers’ Day, but I had never even thought about Annada making Marc and I breakfast in bed. While my first thought was how impractical that was, I couldn’t look at her excitement without seeing how beautiful her heart was. I’m pretty sure when I was a kid I thought more about my Easter basket than how to love on my parents.

I even explained to Annada that when she woke up there would be a trail of eggs leading to her Easter basket – a basket with new toys and candy. Annada was quite excited about it. But she was bubbling over with joy over her idea, “I’ll go get my basket while you eat breakfast!” she said.

So that afternoon Annada and I planned out a menu of things that she could prepare. We went shopping together and bought fresh fruit, cheese and juice boxes. Annada started working on something at her art desk she wouldn’t let me see. Once when I walked in her room unannounced she yelled out, “Mom! I’m making decorations. Shut the door!”

The night before Easter Annada asked Daddy to get the breakfast and bed tray and put it next to our bed. She and I cut and washed the fruit, cut the cheese and put the plates, napkins and juice she had picked out together in a bag in the fridge.

We put the eggs out leading her to her Easter basket. I was curious what would win out in the morning.

The next morning I heard “Eggs!” as Annada began collecting the ones at her door. A minute or so later, though, I heard her run down the stairs. Marc and I sat up and smiled. Pretty soon she came bursting in with our breakfast and a cheerful “Happy Easter!”

She put the bag on the ground and pulled the tray up on to the bed. It was hard, but she did not want us to help. Then she opened the bag and set each place. Then she got each food item and carefully made each plate. Last she ran to her room to bring us each an Easter card and a package of art she had created for us each.

Only after we opened our gifts and started eating did she resume hunting for her basket. After she opened it, she joined us for breakfast. Best Easter morning ever.

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