As I tucked Kajal in on Easter Eve she hid her head under the covers as she asked me to tell her about Easter and the first Easter Bunny.

The carrots were waiting on the kitchen table (for the bunny of course) the basket was placed prominently by the bed (the Easter Bunny believes in recycling) and the animals had been spoken with (pleaded with, to not chase the bunny).

Whisper, Mommy, so the Bunny won't think we're still awake.

Between the Bible and a combination of folk stories the tale was told.

First, I told her of Jesus. Of his death on the cross, of the boulder in front of the cave. Of the angel and of his resurrection. Then I told Kajal the story of the old man who came to town to sell his eggs when he saw the commotion in the street. He followed the crowd and saw Jesus. He was kind and offered him water, leaving his basket of eggs behind. The next day when the man went back to town he found the basket of eggs transformed into beautiful colors, like jewels. To mark the day, every year after that the man would fill basket with beautiful eggs and sweet treats and deliver them to children around his village. Year after year the mans pet rabbit would watch him paint the eggs and prepare and deliver the baskets. Until one year the man was too old to deliver the baskets so his rabbit took over and delivered them for him.

Kajal loves the story....at least, thank goodness she loves the way I tell it.

Mommy, does the bunny not deliver to children who are bad?

Well, I think the bunny believes that most children are good, are good in their hearts.

What about Santa though, he keeps a list. Bad or good. He doesn't come to bad children so what about the Bunny.

Kajal, are you worried the Bunny will think you're bad and not come?

Silence.

Baby, the bunny knows you're good, really wonderful, extra special good.  We all have good days and bad days. We have moments when we do things we shouldn't. All that matters is that you're sorry when you do something wrong and you're willing to learn from it. You are kind and truly good, where it counts, all the time. In your heart. God knows it and the Bunny knows it.

Don't worry, Kajal, I'm sure the bunny will come.

Sleepy eyes closed and Kajal fell fast asleep. Until my whispered words telling her that I loved her woke her for a moment and she shushed me.... you have to be quiet mom! Or the bunny wont come! Then asleep she fell again.

Sure enough, the bunny came. A soft huggable pink bunny sat by her wicker basket filled with jelly beans and white chocolate bunnies, peeps and hair accessories. A little bit of Tinker Bell and webkinz and Kajal was filled with joy. She jumped up and down, I love the Easter bunny and the Easter bunny loves me! She shouted over and over.

Then she looked for the note...

What note honey? You know, Mommy . The note! The Easter bunny left me a note last year, I'm sure he'll leave one again. And she looked and she looked...

You know Kajal, I'm sure the Easter bunny really meant to leave a note but in his excitement of packing your basked with all the goodies you were hoping for it must have slipped his mind.

You're right mommy. It must have.

I think tomorrow Kajal will find the missing note, tucked away under her bed...

Telling her how much, the bunny loves her.