This is the first April in two years I have not been pregnant. Two years ago, we were just weeks away from one of the biggest disappointments of my life when our first pregnancy would fail. Last year, I was still holding my breath, hoping all was well as we rounded the corner to the third trimester. This year, I watched in utter awe as my nine-month-old peered into his Easter basket and picked out each item with complete joy.
Easter is about hope. From something as complicated and brutal as the cross to something as simple as a downy chick hatching on its own, this holy holiday is more of a new year than January 1.
"We must accept finite disappointment,
but never lose infinite hope."
- Martin Luther King, Jr.
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