Dear Mom,

It’s Easter Sunday, and I was thinking about how you used to dress me up for the occasion when I was little. I have such vivid memories of the frilly dresses, the slips with layers of crinoline, darling little hats and purses, and best of all, the chocolate bunny nested in robin’s eggs that arrived in the same basket for as many years as I can remember.

I want you to know I still have the dresses. Hardly a day goes by that I don’t look at them and think about you and me back then. My first shoes, all the soft little sweaters Grandma knitted, blankets that look so delicate they might have been woven of cobwebs and my favorite, the pink blanket clips you used in my pram; they are all safely tucked away in my old green trunk. I get them out once in a while to touch and inhale the fragrance of childhood that still lingers, and to reminisce. I show them to your great granddaughter and tell her how special and loved these things are, that someday she will be the caretaker of these most precious of mementoes.

I was looking through all the baby pictures that Dad gave me when you died, and found one of me, all dolled up for Easter Sunday. I thought you might not mind if I shared it with the world today, in remembrance of times past. Happy Easter Mommy.





Love,
Jennie