Today is a glorious day for Christians the world over.
This day has many happy memories for me. We’d spend Saturday hard-boiling eggs and dipping them into colored dye and adding other decorations my mother would arrange on the kitchen table. Mom was an artist and seemed to enjoy decorating the eggs as much if not more than we did. I loved hardboiled eggs and would eat them until I couldn’t eat another bite. To say the least, I don’t eat them now.
Easter morning was as exciting as Christmas Day! The day would start with six Easter baskets arranged on the coffee table in the living room. We’d grab our baskets and search for candy eggs and plastic eggs filled with a dime or a quarter. The older children would help the younger children find the eggs. Mom would prepare an Easter brunch, which we’d try to eat if we hadn’t stuffed ourselves with candy and eggs. Afterward, my mother would dress the six of us for church. My sisters and I would wear dresses with petticoats and patent leather shoes and anklets with lace trim. Yes, I’m that old! My brother wore a suit with a clip-on tie. We’d take our Easter baskets to church and try to sit quietly in the pew after consuming all that sugar. If the weather were nice, we’d spend the rest of the day outdoors and try to out brag the neighbor kids of what we received for Easter. I’m sure everyone lied, not a good characteristic for a Christian, but what the heck, we were kids!
For those of you who celebrate the holiday, I wish you a blessed and wonderful Easter, and for those of you who don’t, I wish you a fabulous Sunday! Have a wonderful week!