Easter

I find it rather glorious to be Christian at Easter.  What more could a grieving mother wish for (besides her baby of course) than the promise that death is not the end, and is temporary?  "For as in Adam all die, even so, in Christ, shall all be made alive." (1 Cor. 15:22)

the Irish eyes are smiling...

When I was young my mother dressed my older, auburn-haired brother as a leprechaun on St. Patrick's Day and sent him to school with a plastic cauldron thing full of Worther's Original candies (the ones with gold foil).  It was so much fun, I've since wanted to do the same thing for my own redhead child that I just knew I was going to have.

I was right about having a redhead child, but unfortunately I didn't get to keep her.

And every St. Patrick's Day it just hurts.  *sigh*