When I think of Easter, I think of my Grandma.  Actually, I think of both of my Grandparents and the rest of my family,too.

My sisters, parents, and I would travel to Pinehurst, NC for the holiday.  We’d participate in all the usual Easter things.

Decorating eggs for the Easter Bunny to hide (and somehow, Grandpa always found the last one!)

Attending services in the Chapel on the Village Green (where all the children received a potted Easter Lilly)

Enjoying an incredible meal, which always included lamb and homemade mint sauce.

It somehow just doesn’t seem right to not be with family this weekend, so I’m thankful that I have years and years of memories to make me smile.

Have a lovely Easter weekend!