Been a while since I have blogged. I just read another blog where the writer had lost both her mom and her father and since has had children and has looked back and there were so many things that she wishes that she had asked them now that she is raising her own family. I also lost a friend who was 40 years old to cancer this weekend, and I think about her 16 year old daughter and can't imagine the things she will miss out on. So.....today I am going to talk about Easter...both past and present. I hope my family always celebrates Easter!!
Growing up Easter always involved church. CHURCH, CHURCH and more CHURCH was the Easter tradition. There were years with sharing a minister, that we wouldn't have Lenten services every week, so then we would go to church every night the week of Easter.....Monday-Sunday. UMM HMM. I have a huge faith. I have a great personal relationship with God. I see him in so many things and really enjoy the beauty he has created. But meanwhile, I struggle with NEEDING to be in church weekly. I guess I would never make a great Catholic! But I will say, I feel my kids have a great understanding of who God is and what he has all given us.
Back to Easter, so great memories of Easter included us dying eggs on Saturday afternoon, and mom scared to death we were going to spill that dye! Then, watching the Ten Commandments on TV the night before Easter. I will be honest, it scared me, so I tried everything I could not to watch it! Sorry Mom. I remember we never had Easter baskets, but instead we were given boxes to make into the perfect thing for the Easter bunny to find to leave our treats. We always got something for Easter, if it be a stuffed animal or candy, there was always something. I remember early Sunrise Services and the sun would be just coming up and beaming through our beautiful church, and remember bunnies going everywhere Easter Sunday. Really a picturesque Easter Sunday. There would be breakfast and then another church service and then we would go home for Easter Dinner.
A rather vivid memory was a wild ride in GOLDIE down a hill into a ditch when I was about 12. UMM HMM. That dent was still in GOLDIE when I started driving years later. I also remember mom squealing and saying we were going to die coming down that hill. UMM HMM. Great memory of my mother always thinking so positive!
We would often do an Easter Egg hunt at the farm in the afternoon. Mom thought everyone loved the hard marshmellow eggs. Just being together was the greatest thing of Easter. That is what I want my kids to understand. Enjoy the days we get to be together.
We came home after two Easters on Sunday and the kids were just wrecks. Jackson had blue teeth and a ring of chocolate around his mouth, and a tummy ache! Delaney was just plain tired, and Kennedy was upset there was no more eggs to hunt. I have a tote of plastic Easter eggs if there is ever a shortage! Just goes to show you there is no such thing as too many Easter eggs!
We spent Easter Monday in Clean up mode! Cleaned the house and worked outside, trying to get everything in order to survive 28 more days of me at school! Then summer will be here! Won't be long now!!!!!
