Easter has deep personal meaning for me.
It was the first holiday after my first baby was born, and the moment I realized that I was now more than just myself. From that day on, Easter was about magic bunnies and egg hunts.
Last year, Easter happened less than two weeks before I was betrayed. That day reverberated through my mind as a protest, disbelieving that someone could hold my hand and tell me that I was their favorite person while planning on stabbing me in the back. Last Easter has been packaged up with the rest of the betrayal trauma, as a reminder how bad people weaponize good days.
And, with any luck, this Easter marks a New Beginning. I know what my True North is.
So far the day has been going well. The kids were excited for their Easter baskets, and they’ve completed the egg hunt. Next will be coloring eggs, followed by more egg salad than anyone wants to eat. What can I say? It’s tradition!
Unfortunately the kids and I woke up with a mild cold this morning, and the dry cough with itchy sinuses has been a bit of damper on the festivities.
By Autumn Rain 