Then he stretches and puts a smile on his face even before his eyes even open, and I can see his dimple and when he does open his dark brown eyes he is looking right at us. His face always shines in happiness in the morning and he is very handsome. He is my dad after all. "Oh my!" He would exclaim look at my girls! He would say it and I would twirl around to make my dress puff out and look as big as it could look. I loved burying my nose against the little puffed sleeves because there was a specific essence in the organza fabric that I miss now, but that I can still smell when I think of this robin egg blue dress.
I think of that day each and every Easter Morning. I thought of it as a young mother when I would dress my own toddlers for church and I would think of it the first year I had no one to dress, and the years now when I see my grandchildren all spruced up for the Easter Morning Brunch. How wonderful it is to hold a memory from half a century ago and relive it like it was yesterday every once and a while! Happy Easter everyone!Pin It Now!