No matter when Spring officially begins, for me it begins on Easter Sunday. Easter was my Grandma Dooley’s favorite holiday. It is a time of re-birth, renewal, and hopefulness. I think about Grandma often, and especially when I am in church. I loved holding her hand while playing with the dozens of charms on her bracelets, each silhouette engraved with the name of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. With the touch of each charm came the anticipation of gathering with my close-knit extended family at Grandma’s house after church.
Easter Sunday was also the day we debuted our finest spring dresses and capelets that my mom so lovingly crafted. She even made sure my little brother had shorts and a bowtie to match our dresses. Oh, I wish I had pictures to show you, but they exist only in slides. He’s no-doubt happy about that!
Up until the last time I held Grandma Dooley’s hand, I made sure I always came dressed to delight her and make her proud. Maybe it was the sparkle in her eyes, her beautiful smile, and her sweet comment I wanted to inspire and experience. I know when I look at this First Communion picture of Grandma standing next to a basket of lilies I am drawn straight to her beautiful eyes.
While I won’t be with my Minnesota family this Easter Sunday, I will take time to be grateful for the blessing of family, faith and traditions; and to be mindful of how the little things we do now can mean so much to so many later.
I think my Grandma Dooley would be especially delighted by my selection of gifts of faith, hope and love.
Joyful blessings to you this season!