Easter past

As we prepare to celebrate our third Easter together on Sunday, I can’t help but recall the twins’ first Easter. Seems like a lifetime ago. At time time, I was in the middle of a divorce, had sold our family home and moved myself and my two babies into an apartment near my office. Though they never knew differently, I wanted to make sure their Easter was as “normal” as possible. Probably for my sake more than theirs. I bought and filled baskets with colorful plastic eggs, books and little toys. We celebrated the day together. Luckily, I snapped pictures and preserved the day.