In my head I have perfect pictures of Easter. Sunshine. Frilly dresses. Pastels. Eggs. Candy. Hunts. Church. Wide open spaces to run around on at my grandparents farm.
Since I have been a grown up… I can’t really remember an Easter Sunday that was particularly warm. Or beautiful. Nice. Beautiful…not so much.
Yesterday was beautiful.
Pastel trees everywhere. Sweets over flowing (which I ate, not my son), bunnies, eggs, good food, sunshine, sunglasses, grass, family, laughter.
Living in Wyoming has taken away from this lovely holiday more than once. But yesterday, I feel like to got to experience what Easter has always been like in my head. A little.
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