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The photo on today's blog isn't new here, yet, it's one that still brings a smile to my face. My Dad worked a lot when we were younger to provide for his family but Dad always made sure he did things with us. One of my favorite times spent with Dad happened in the Spring, sometimes before the snow even melted completely. You might guess decorating the Easter eggs but this isn't the case.
Melting snow meant it was time to start throwing the softball around, practicing my pitch, and hitting some balls. Regardless of the length of Dad's work day, he would point at me through the kitchen window to meet him out back. Even if it was only a half hour, it was a couple hours each week spent bonding with my Dad while warming up some mad softball skills. Okay, they weren't mad but a girl can dream.
What does this have to do with coloring Easter eggs you are wondering? Both were time well spent with my Dad and some of my fondest memories. Mom was the scientist of the egg decorating, whereas we just dunked them, but Mom...oh my. If Easter egg coloring is a reflection of one's patience, then we should have known she could wait and endure anything. Her eggs were the prettiest but at the end of the day, they all tasted the same. LOL
Melting snow meant it was time to start throwing the softball around, practicing my pitch, and hitting some balls. Regardless of the length of Dad's work day, he would point at me through the kitchen window to meet him out back. Even if it was only a half hour, it was a couple hours each week spent bonding with my Dad while warming up some mad softball skills. Okay, they weren't mad but a girl can dream.
What does this have to do with coloring Easter eggs you are wondering? Both were time well spent with my Dad and some of my fondest memories. Mom was the scientist of the egg decorating, whereas we just dunked them, but Mom...oh my. If Easter egg coloring is a reflection of one's patience, then we should have known she could wait and endure anything. Her eggs were the prettiest but at the end of the day, they all tasted the same. LOL
In 1994, Easter wasn't about decorating Easter eggs or finding them. It was about finding Heidi, kidnapped on Easter morning while working alone. For the first decade after her abduction, Easter wasn't about the celebration of Jesus resurrection. It wasn't until more than ten years later that hope returned. Slowly and with the help of a restored faith and relationship with Jesus, Easter became the joyous holiday it is meant to be.
I shared of this hope and joy with a couple years ago, with Dr. Mary Starr, before she moved away. I had the honor to be a guest on her blog and Vimeo for an interview. An interview I shared on my blog also, so as to highlight each other in the process. As I looked through blogs of past Easters, I was reminded of my friend and our last meeting. Since this, Dr. Mary has established herself in Florida and is changing lives there as she shares the benefits of Young Living and healthy living.
Why do I share about decorating Easter eggs and an interview with Dr. Mary in the same blog? To be honest, I found the above interview as I searched my blog for another blog and realized there are many new followers and you might be interested in an interview from two years ago. Both a memory. Decorating eggs and sharing time with a friend as we talked about a mutual friend, my sister, Heidi M Allen. One thing I've learned in life, sometimes the oddest things will trigger a memory of something completely random and not on one's mind. It's often these memories that touch our hearts the most.
I shared of this hope and joy with a couple years ago, with Dr. Mary Starr, before she moved away. I had the honor to be a guest on her blog and Vimeo for an interview. An interview I shared on my blog also, so as to highlight each other in the process. As I looked through blogs of past Easters, I was reminded of my friend and our last meeting. Since this, Dr. Mary has established herself in Florida and is changing lives there as she shares the benefits of Young Living and healthy living.
Why do I share about decorating Easter eggs and an interview with Dr. Mary in the same blog? To be honest, I found the above interview as I searched my blog for another blog and realized there are many new followers and you might be interested in an interview from two years ago. Both a memory. Decorating eggs and sharing time with a friend as we talked about a mutual friend, my sister, Heidi M Allen. One thing I've learned in life, sometimes the oddest things will trigger a memory of something completely random and not on one's mind. It's often these memories that touch our hearts the most.
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