Isn’t this picture adorable? Can you guess which one I am? Clue: I’m not really paying attention. Ha! I’m the youngest, in the hat, staring at something to my left.
I love this picture of me and my siblings. It reminds me of a simpler time. Plus, it makes me curious. What is my brother mad about? Having to wear that bow tie? And what are my sisters thinking about? Looks like they’re staring in the opposite direction I am. Why?
This photo was taken in Los Angeles, outside the little 2 bedroom house we lived in. Gosh, that hat I’m wearing is cute.
There are many things I love about Easter. The tenderness of a Good Friday service, the joy of Easter morning, the fun of getting together with grandparents or cousins. We grew up attending a Baptist church and I can still hear everyone singing, “He arose! He arose! Hallelujah, Christ Arose!”
I love the family dinners and getting dressed up and yes–hunting for Easter eggs. When my son was young, we’d hide change in the plastic easter eggs. Mostly pennies, but sometimes a dime or quarter, and maybe one egg with a dollar in it. Those were the days! I loved creating an Easter basket filled with my son’s favorite things.
I think our memories make us who we are to some degree. They’re like a layer that sits inside our skin, pressed up against our heart. And hopefully there are enough of the good memories to help us look forward to each day, each holiday, ever Easter. After all, it is a time of renewal, rebirth, and resurrection.
What about you? What are your fondest Easter memories?