I know, for a lot of people, Easter Sunday is a big deal. I grew up in church. I grew up with having a new dress each year, with egg hunts and baskets of candy and toys. I know why my family celebrate the day. But it’s never felt… important to me. At least not in the same way it does to my family.
Instead, I choose to celebrate Spring. I choose to celebrate the return of the sun and its warmth and the return of the flower blooms and the birds. I choose to celebrate Spring because it’s the only thing that feels right to me. And it’s a bit of a compromise – I still attend Easter dinner, even though our personal beliefs differ, and while my family prays over the food and thanks Jesus I quietly reflect on all the amazing things that happen during this season. It keeps the peace.