Easter’s not a holiday I put much stock in anymore. I’ve never been religious and the idea of celebrating someone rising from the grave seems decidedly more vampiric than divine to me.
But we did celebrate as a family when I was young, when egg hunts, berries, and candy held much more interest than they do now (to be honest, berries are still pretty exciting).
So a list of things I personally remember or have been told about past Easters, in a roughly chronological order.
How about you? Any Easter memories that you’d like to share? Continue reading “Easter Memories”