Easter, for me it bring back one memory... Signing the hymn “The Old Rugged Cross.”  More that family get-togethers, or searching for eggs, or even dyeing the eggs, standing in church and singing that song is what I think of when Easter approaches.  What comes to your mind?

I am my mother

Yeah well, I know we all promised ourselves that we would not be our mothers.... But this morning when my daughter informed me that she had practiced her piano, I loved that little bit of mother's intuition that told me - "Nope not yet she hasn't". So (without any forethought) I gave that look. You know the one that our mothers gave us when they did not believe us. Well she is young so she immediately caved.