The time had to come. I knew it would. And for some reason it's really hard right now. I'm pretty sure it has more to do with missing Mamaw's chocolate pie and chicken dumplings and turkey and dressing that I'm sure she made this weekend. It has more to do with "firsts". This is the first Easter I will not be with my family. Dad reminded me that there will be many more "firsts" to come... some will be easy and fun and some will be not-so-easy. It's part of growing up.
I am thankful for where I am right now. I love my husband and I will get to be with my husband and will get to spend some time with his family on Easter. I am very grateful for this and in no way want to diminish the time we get to spend with them. They are good to me and make me feel like part of the family. I truly am blessed.
There are things that I will not be doing tomorrow that I'm too used but I am thankful for what I will be doing. I will wake up in my own bed, in my own city, and attend worship at my church. I will celebrate with my home church and sing in the choir and rejoice that we are able to celebrate the Resurrection of our Savior... knowing that at a small church in MS the rest of my family is doing the same.

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I remember my first Easter away from home. I was in college, we had just returned from Beach Reach and I figured I would just stay in Murfreesboro instead of drive home only to have to return so quickly. I didn't think it was going to be a big deal, but it was sad for me that day to miss Easter with the family. You're right though... the first of many firsts!
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