Jelly Beans in my Church Pew

As i wipe of my sugar fingers on my pant leg, the good 'ol Easter I remember growing up comes back into my head. Remember the days when you woke up really earlly and searched your house for your basket? One year mine was in the Dryer... It took me about an hour to find and I think I started crying. I think my Dad was teaching me a life lesson- he has done things like that a lot to me over the years. It builds character he says, and I'm sure he's right. And ya, a stomach full of chocolate before 9am...what a feeling.

Today was the final day I was able to walk through my childhood house. 15 years of memories engulfed me as I walked through each empty room by myself. 15 christmas trees, 15 first day of school, 15 summers, sleepovers, fights, spills, tears, laughs... It is a good thing memories are carried in your heart and not your house.

Happy Easter- Christ is Risen, Alleluia...