So often in life I have a renewed
appreciation for things
I never paid much attention to
when I was younger.
In my young mind, Easter eggs were supposed to be pastel.
That's the only way they were supposed to be celebrated.
I loved to dye Easter eggs every year.
This is what I remembered when my mom visited me last winter.
She brought with her, as she often does,
a box of "things"
to pass on to me if I want them.
This time the things were from my Nana,
{who passed 5 years ago}.
In this box was a little bag of "eggs."
I remembered we had all decorated them together.
