I used to love Easter as a child. The sacred chocolates and candies that were normally not allowed. The Magic of the Easter Bunny. The excitement of springtime. I was always a little sad, though, that we didn't get a new Easter dress every year like the other little girls in my class. We had some favorite Easter story books that we'd devour every year.
Now it seems like a holiday that is missing the most important part- the children. It would be so much more fun with little people to read the books to and little faces to see light up at the wonderful treats the Easter Bunny has brought. I never dreamed that I'd be almost thirty-one years old and no closer to having kids than I was at eighteen. I certainly didn't plan to wait this long.