As the father of two girls, Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays (honestly, I like all holidays, but Easter is pretty special).
It is special because of what it represents: the resurrection of Jesus...but we celebrate Jesus’ resurrection EVERY Sunday.
It is special because when I was young, it meant some pretty good candy (I especially enjoy the egg and bunny shaped marshmallow candy, in the different colored wrappers...but I haven’t seen any in a number of years).
Neither of these reasons, though, has anything to do with Easter being special to me because I am the father of two girls.
Easter was a time, when the girls were little, that Monica’s mom would make them matching dresses. They were so cute!
After a few years of this, though, one of the girls didn’t like to be dressed identical to her sister. And since it was more expensive and time consuming to make dresses, Grandma started sending money to buy the girls’ Easter dresses.
It was still adorable...Mommy would take each of them shopping and they would be so proud of the dress they picked out. They would do a quick fashion show for Dad, then the dresses would be hung in the closet and not worn until Easter Sunday.
But then there was Easter Sunday, 2013. March 31, 2013 to be exact. That was the day that both girls obeyed the gospel. I am told I “sprinted down the aisle” to meet them...all I remember is being really happy.
I miss those days. This was supposed to be our first year with both girls at college on Easter...but both are home and neither has a new dress.
I miss that this year I will not be able to see the little girls...I mean young ladies...at church in their Easter dresses.
I’m so thankful that, even though this year Easter is different, that it is still the same. I’m so thankful that even though Sundays are different for now, they are still the same: Jesus is alive! He defeated death...so I don’t have to live in fear! Praise God!