When I was a little girl, Easter meant exactly 3 things to me.
- I would get to wear a pretty new dress that probably involved a very scratchy petticoat underneath.
- There would be a big basket of candy and colored Easter eggs hidden in one of the closets in our home.
- And Jesus was alive!
I am not sure what each of those things has to do with the other, but I would never turn down a chance for candy and new clothes. If we celebrated Jesus by munching on sweets and wearing some sparkly white gloves; that was perfectly fine with me.