What Easter Means to Me

Today's guest blogger Ginger Harrington starts our Easter series for the month of March, called "What Easter Means to Me." Her writing always encourages me. May your heart be blessed as she writes about the memories and grace of Easter.

When I was a little girl, Easter was all about the bunny.

And the basket.

And the dress.

As a child, I loved the pretty dress that always matched my sister. Some years we even had Easter bonnets. In our white patent leather shoes and frilly socks, we loved the thrill of hunting for Easter eggs, colorful and filled with sweet treasures.

I have years of special Easter memories stored away in my heart. Years of traditions shared with family. As I have grown older, I still love the sharing the traditions with my family.  Over the years the generations rotate as the crawling babies grow into teenagers and the young parents become grandparents. Easter is still one of the few times we gather as extended family, and it is precious.

 

 

Easter, Jesus’ resurrection, new life, hope, What Easter Means to Me, Ginger Harrington