It has been a very quiet Easter. Just Jim and I. No big dinner, no Easter basket. When did I grow up? And when did they? Tomorrow Mike and Suzann, Shelli and Rom and families will come and we will celebrate then. But what happened to the Easter of my childhood?
This is the Easter I remember: Lynda, Ginger, Mike, Vicki and Terry(at the bottom)
Our Easter celebrations always started weeks earlier when Nana began making our special Easter dresses. We would spend hours being fitted and hemmed until she had each one of our dresses perfect. Next would come all new clothes, underwear, slip, socks and shoes. Sometimes if there was enough money we would get a hat or a purse, which made it extra special.
The night before Easter we would color Easter Eggs and get a bath. Our baskets were always hidden and the first thing in the morning we would find them. We would then go to church as a family, something we rarely did. But I think that was when I first learned that I loved the Lord. I can't remember a time I didn't believe. I always knew Jesus died for me, although it was many years before I fully understood what that really means for me personally. Today it is the center of my life. The basis for all my joys.
We would then go to Nana's for an Easter feast. Both of the pictures were taken at her home. My memories of Easter is of Love. Love for my family. Love for my parents, love for my grandparents, especially Nana, love for my brother and sisters, love for the Lord. I hope I have passed this tradition on.
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