As a child, Easter was one of my favorite fetes. I’m not sure if it was because there had been no real fetes since Christmas that included gifts, or if Easter Egg Hunts were such a thrill, or that I found chocolate bunnies too pretty to eat hidden in my room, or if it were the beautiful, full-skirted, lacy dresses that my mom dressed me and my sisters in for our day in church on that special Sunday, or ... maybe it was that even then .... Even then, I knew that Easter was special.
It was the time that things became all new and shiny again, a rebirth, a new beginning, hope for things to come ....
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