Sunday, April 5, 2015

Easter Things

Happy Easter everyone! 

The older I get, the more I appreciate this holiday. Maybe it's because I'm older and I understand a bit more fully the significance of the holiday. 

When JaiseAnn was newborn and I was struggling through some really hard days, I remember being sad that my grandmother was no longer with us. I allowed myself to indulge a few times in "What if my grandma were still alive?"  I would picture taking JaiseAnn to her house, watching my grandma play with her, and letting my grandma rock her to sleep with that gentle nature of hers while I slept on the green couch, The Today Show playing on the television--like old times. I imagined eating our favorite burger and fries together and I dreamt of days feeling a little less lonely and a little less burdened as my grandma would talk with me an reassure me that things would get easier..and in the meantime, she'd be there to help me through it. 

I miss my grandma. I miss all of my grandparents. I don't have a single living grandparent left and my heart broke in a different place with the loss of each one. Yet, I know they are with me. I know they are helping me, and laughing at my daughter, smiling at my "proud mom" moments right along with me, and working little miracles on the behalf of my family every single day. I know that it is possible that they are here because of the atonement and resurrection of Christ. Because He lives, my family will forever be unified. And for that, of all things, I'm so grateful. 

While I know that Easter is more than fun dresses and delicious chocolate bunnies, I still love the little things about the holiday. I tend to be one who embraces the commercialism rather than runs from it. I work hard to focus on the meaning behind religious holidays, but also embrace the little things, too. All things in moderation.

And now for a little girl in an Easter dress. Prepare yourselves:

And some really good Easter messages for you today:

"Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come." --Joseph B. Wirthlin (full talk found here)

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