I wonder when the custom began...having new clothes for Easter. Maybe some of you know. I suppose I could try to be super-spiritual and say, "The new clothes represent a new beginning, or new life, or new life in Christ." All of that is true, but it's doubtful that's what is on our minds when we're shopping for the perfect dress.
I love, love, love finding the perfect dress for my girls, dressing them up, and taking their pictures. (The boys were never quite so fond of this custom.)
And, I remember years when my mama made Bobbie and me matching dresses. Sometimes her dress matched ours, too. I remember taking photos at my Grandma Tatum's house. I wonder, though, how strong those memories would be if we didn't have the photos themselves. So, here are some memories I was making with my kids!
Here's four kids...with one missing. It will only be 9 days though, and I will be with him in Chicago. And, I promise to post TONS of pictures.
Do you remember dying Easter eggs with your mama? Brandon says he doesn't really remember. I've tried to think back. I have some fading memories of dying eggs with my mom. I suppose it's memories of the memories....or just a collective file of memories, to know that you were loved and there were special times with your family.
Please note the swinging hair in each of these photos. These girls were moving, fast, and I had to snap photos fast. At church, Ellie was given a head start before the others were "let loose."
On Sunday night, our pastor preached a beautiful sermon about Mary Magdalene. I've spent some time the last couple of days studying her. I pray that I can serve our LORD with such devotion that my children will see, that others will see, and KNOW our Savior lives.
I hope your Easter was blessed!