The bunny made me do it

Being one of those church boys, I grew up with my family celebrating Easter.

One of my fondest memories of this holiday of life included a visit to my mother’s mom, aka Granny. Granny was the type of woman that wanted to know if you clapped in church, she would always take us to the store to get fruit stripe gum and she loved the Lord with all her heart. Rest in Peace.

On our visit to Granny we would all dress up for Easter and celebrate Christ’s resurrection as a family.

This holiday not only reminds me of those moments it reminds me of life.

Typically by this time, the grass would start greening and flowers would start to sprout, reminding us that spring is here and there is life after the death that winter would bring.

Fast forward to today. I, Pierre Bibbs, am married, a new home-owner and soon father to be.

Marriage is awesome, I really enjoy the fact that my wife and I can experience spring together.

I am excited about becoming a first time father. I love the fact that in the womb my wife and I can feel life kicking around.

The thing that is craziest to me is the new home-owner thing. It seems every morning I wake up to a new issue.

Exhibit A: Our faucet is leaking. It’s leaking bad.

B: We installed a used dishwasher that doesn’t work. Should’ve gone new I guess.

C: I’ve got a lawn to cut. (This isn’t new to me, however renting apartments for the past year has given me feelings of laziness.)

D: I’ve got a roof that needs to be fixed some time soon.

You get it, if you’ve owned a house, you can understand my plight.

Honestly, even with the aforementioned, I love my house and look forward to our child running around in it.

I look forward to our child wanting to go Easter egg hunting.. (Mainly so I can share in the spoils of candy.)

I’m a Cadbury Cream Egg kind of guy. I even went through a time where after Easter, I would buy twenty eggs and eat them slowly until next year.

That streak ended after what I will call the “The Great Cadbury Massacre of 2011,” a week in which I ate over a dozen in the span of a day or two.

As Peter Parker said, “With great power comes great responsibility.”

I responsibly overindulge after Halloween as well... You know, when the candy goes on clearance.

Granny had a joke, she told as a kid:

“Yo momma must love you, because there’s a whole lot of you to love.”

I’m a hefty man. I definitely weigh more than you may guess.

It didn’t start that way. I was born 3 pounds and could fit inside my father’s hands. I was premature by two months.

Growing up my parents had to force me to eat until the third grade.

After that, I started eating. Everything.

I almost conquered the five pound chili dog challenge in Sacramento, made famous by Man Vs. Food on the Travel Channel.

Say what you want about my eating habits, but as far as the baby bump I’m carrying today, I’m blaming the Easter Bunny.

He made do it.