Easter memories are near to my heart.
As I write, it is Holy Week.
Thinking back to childhood I recall holidays and family time.
My sister Ann and I always had a new Easter dress, likely sewn by our mother and by our granny. We always had little white gloves, and Easter bonnets and our annual new pair of patent leather dress shoes.
Fast forward to being a young mother. I sewed matching dresses for my own little girl and myself. Sadly, she didn’t want any part of wearing the little bonnet I made to match her dress. Looking back at the photos make me laugh a little now but on the day I didn’t see the humor. She screamed every time I tried to put the hat on her for pictures.
When I was a kid, we often had picnics and softball games after Easter church service. The gatherings usually included family and our church family. Those are good memories.
I have a lifetime of Easter egg hunts; first as a child and later as a parent and later still as a grandparent.
Most of all, I have been blessed in the knowledge that we celebrate the Risen Lord. Dresses, gloves and bonnets and egg hunts are fun memories, but they are not the reason we celebrate.
In recent years I have typically hosted a family brunch, but things are different this year.
I’m still trying to heal from a broken ankle so I’m not up to it this year.
I miss a lot of things these days. The family gatherings mean a lot to me. I miss them as well.
Considering I met my match on the ice before Christmas I’m a bit dismayed, I’m still struggling at Easter. Who knew?
Daughter Velvet and I had our next big adventure planned for this summer but will now plan for spring of 2026.
One day at a time. Take it as it comes, and life will be good today.