Waiting for Spring
Easter has never played a significant part in my life, as it is a religious-centered holiday, and well, I don't come from a fairly religious family. At least my parents, my siblings, and I aren't.
That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy candy, or pastel colors, or the transition into spring, though. I’m just not one to acknowledge the church service … or the actual meaning behind the holiday.
I’m not 100 percent sure how the “Easter Bunny” even came to fruition. Who came up with that idea? I don’t think there’s any relation between Jesus’ reawakening and a giant bunny, but everyone seems to get a kick out of it. Except kids. Kids have every right to be afraid of a giant bunny. And I think adults have the right to laugh. And make a profit out of it, too.
This doesn’t mean I don’t celebrate. My family and I definitely do. And although Easter has come and passed it didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy spending time with my grandparents, or seeing my sister after her being away for months on end.
I have plenty of fond memories of searching barefoot through my grandmother’s yard for plastic, colorful Easter eggs, and the ham that is always served for dinner, and the candy coma I ate myself into despite everyone’s adamant warnings.
Yes, Easter is truly a sign of spring, but unfortunately for us it’s been nothing but cold. I can’t wait for summer, for the snow to melt, for flowers to bloom, for the heat, and to be able to drive with my windows down again.
I’ll even say I miss the rain in the summer, the humid heat after sprinkling showers, and wet grass and mud on my dogs’ paws.
We can only wait for this though, although it draws nearer and nearer as college kids get ready to move back home, and I wrap up the end of my junior year in a hurried manner.
Only thing left is to wait and wish.