Something about Easter makes me homesick. Thanksgiving and Christmas did not phase me. But Easter...what is it? Spring here is a beautiful season - loads of blooms and green. The renewal and remembrance of Christ at Easter is the same no matter my location. The jar of daffodils makes me think of Arkansas. The smell of boxwoods warm in the sun takes me to my Grandma's house. My little girls in matching pale dresses and white shoes reminds me of myself and my sisters in matching dresses. I guess it is a combination of homesickness and nostalgia. Two weeks from today it will not only be in my dreams.
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