When we lived in South Louisiana, only about 20 minutes from all four of our grandkids, we took for granted dying and decorating eggs, hiding plastic eggs in the yard, and eating entirely too many chocolate rabbits at Easter. It was one of my favorite times with the children, especially when they were young. Now, 13 hours away, it’s lost much of its appeal. More than ever, I am thankful I was brought up to know and observe the real reason for the Easter season.
