The Easters we Remember

Some memories live in photographs…

others live quietly inside us.

Easter, for me, has always been a feeling

Of nostalgia and rebirth.We pause and remember the life and death of Jesus and his resurrection. That’s why we are here

But if I’m truly reflecting, as I love to do I remember details—

Dressing up for church… little hats, pressed dresses, candy tucked into baskets.

My sister and I were 18 months apart, and mom dressed us alike more often than not.

We didn’t know then how quickly time would move… or how much those simple moments would come to mean.

Years later, I found myself on the other side of a photo in 1994, with my own children

holding them — creating the same kind of Easter morning I once knew.

There was a softness to those days… a sense that everything was still whole and okay.

Life, of course changes.

Some people are no longer here.

Some traditions don’t look the way they once did.

And sometimes the ones we hope will carry things forward… choose a different path.

But I’ve come to believe this—

Some memories were built for us…

others we have to choose to build ourselves.

Maybe it looks different now.

Maybe it’s quieter.

Maybe it’s just you, holding onto something meaningful in your own way.

But it still matters.

So as this Easter weekend comes to a close, I leave you with this—

What new memories do you want to build moving forward…

Because different isn’t bad—it’s simply an evolution of family and connection.