1958 - my little brother is still in the incubator... |
Our family didn't go to church today... but that's OK. When I was little, we regularly attended church, but Easter was special: new Gloves... new hats... new dress (which she made of course). On Easter Sunday I was allowed to sit with my parents, instead of attending Sunday School with the other kids. I LOVED that. Sitting next to my mother as she sang in her high soprano voice... "Glory Be to the Father... and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost... as it was in the Beginning, is now and ever Shall Be!" And my father with his deep voice belting out on the other side of me... I felt safe in my Methodist Pew... between the people I loved the most.
A typical GG table... eclectic candles and anything purple... |
My husband barbeques Ribeyes (YUM)... but it's not the same as going to mom's house... playing croquet... nibbling on deviled eggs... sipping wine... gabbing and gabbing until leaving with a full tummy and happy heart... and although she is no longer with us physically, I feel her around me today...
I love my girls... they have a crazy mom who can't cook and never wears hats. But we have created our own way of celebrating holidays...
We are together... we love each other...
and that's what really matters, right?
HAPPY GLORIOUS EASTER!
Never underestimate the value of a sister! |
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