Me at age three, waiting to go to Easter Dinner with my grandparents. I loved the outfit. I really loved the Mary Janes! Back then, 47 years ago, Easter meant grandparents, Easter Basket (loved that!) Easter Egg Hunts (Hated those) and a ham dinner.
I am grateful that though it took another forty years from that moment on the swing, I eventually came to understand – and love- the true meaning of Easter.