Growing up I remember going through the egg boiling process, letting them cool and then wanting to drop the little colored pill into the vinegar/water mixture. Watching the vibrant color getting brighter and brighter was always such a joy. I always loved the brighter colors--the pinks the purples the blues. Of course all the deviled egg sandwiches for lunch the next week wasn't a bad thing either.
Several egg hunts with our kids come to mind but one in particular was at a friend of their babysitters that had so many eggs in her yard we actually couldn't collect them all. Both kids in brightly colored outfits and a bright sunny day was always the joy of the beginning of Spring and the Easter Holiday. This year unfortunately the weather was a little cold and David was on the road and wasn't able to celebrate with us but we made the best of it.
One vivid memory of mine is going to Sunday church services with my grandmother. Easter hat on head, white shoes on feet and some brightly, spring colored dress was always part of the picture. This year my daughter Jennifer and granddaughter Hadleigh decided to join me at church. It was Hadleigh's first experience attending church and she did exceptionally well. Sitting quietly entertaining herself for the service made me think to when I would go with grandma and sit through services.
The circles of life go round and round no matter if the weather doesn't cooperate, eggs are not colored and if certain family members aren't able to be their for one reason or another it still can be a learning experience, an uplifting message of hope and a wonderful time to reflect on past seasons. Things change but we can continue to pick certain milestones in our past lives and keep them close to our hearts and share them anew.
