I have been thinking a lot about Easter lately.
When I was younger, it was all about the candy and eggs. We would dye our hard-boiled eggs for our Easter baskets the night before. Then, first thing in the morning, we’d be shouting down the staircase at my parents to wake them up.
My poor parents…they had to enforce a “no shouting until 7am” rule because otherwise we would be up before the sun rose.
Once we were allowed downstairs, we’d race through the house searching for the plastic eggs filled with candy. Our Easter baskets would be filled with even more candy, AND we got a small present to open.
I vaguely remember my parents requiring us to dress in our Easter best for church – which was great because I got a new outfit, but ehhhh…church.