Two Easter memories: One Easter when my daughter, Alicia was only two, we bought her a new pair of Johnny Jumpers, those tall white lace-up walking shoes...I dressed her in her new clothes, bonnet and all but she seemed excessivelly fussy all morning and every time I set her down she would lift her foot and whine.

We went to church and she continued to be fussy and wanted to be held. I couldn't get over how moody she seemed to be until we arrived at home and I took her new shoes off...her big toe had been bent under the whole time inside her shoes!!

Needless to say, I checked to see that all toes were flat and tucked safely inside from then on.

Another Easter memory is when Alicia was only 1 month old. She became very ill and wouldn't stop throwing up. The doctor didn't know why and had me take her to the hospital where she was admitted. This was on Easter eve. They ran all kinds of tests on her but could find nothing. I was so fearful that I couldn't even hold her....I couldn't stop crying.

A rather large and comforting nurse came into the room and held both my baby and I and assured me she would be alright.

I stayed awake all night and watched her tiny form in that huge metal bed and prayed. Early Easter morning when the sun had just started to break, I looked out the window and there were the silouettes of three crosses on top of a Cathedral in the background. I felt God's comfort and assurance that just as I loved my baby and desired her health to return, God loves His Son and understood my feelings completely.