Easter isn’t always picture perfect
What happens when your much-anticipated holiday turns out to be nothing like a Norman Rockwell painting? I can tell you, because my Easter certainly wasn’t picture-perfect. Life had already been moving at a dizzying pace, filled with events and responsibilities far beyond my usual routine. I entered Easter weekend already feeling a step behind. With my children scattered across Pennsylvania, each raising young families of their own, getting everyone together is no small feat. This year, we planned to celebrate on Saturday instead of Sunday, a practical adjustment that still held all ...