Easter

Today I'm going to get over myself and not think about the corruptness of Easter and the reasoning behind why we celebrate the holiday the way we celebrate it. I'm going to go to church and thank God for dying on the cross for me (as I should every day) and I'm going to dye easter eggs. (Because I like colors) And I don't want to hear crap about the Spring solstice or the goddess Ester, or the damn catholic church. Easter is going to be good this year.

My earliest memories of Easter are of going to my Aunt Kims house and hunting easter eggs in their back yard with my brother and cousins. It was all extremely serious business and NO ONE was allowed to peek at the eggs while they were being hidden. It was very exciting for us at the time because hunting easter eggs was an art form. It starts with speed. You spot the egg and run as fast as you can towards it and just fill your basket as fast as you can. Then, you have to be clever and look in places that the eggs might actually be hidden. Next, was my favorite part, getting the candy out of the eggs. Our family never cheaped out on the easter egg candy. We got a plethera of sweets from jelly beans to chocolate bars. It was divine.

As I got older, easter egg hunts and baskets full of treats and toys from the easter bunny turned into a lovely card from my mom and dad, and my favorite ice cream or a stuffed animal or two. Something not as extravagant, yet much much more meaningful and sentimental.

Overall, Easter has always been a meaningful holiday for me. Not just because of the religious meaning behind it, even though that has played a huge part of my past. I tie a lot of pleasant memories relating to spring and spending time with my family and friends with Easter.