When I was a child we got new clothes for Easter, a basket (in my case, usually a bucket with a shovel that was later used all summer at the beach) with hard-boiled eggs that we dyed ourselves, some candy, and maybe something small--a jump rope, jacks, squirt gun, etc. That was it. Easter was not a "gift giving" holiday. It was a religious holiday. We went to church, which was more crowded than usual, had a more elaborate service than usual, and went home to a larger Sunday dinner than usual--often with more relatives than usual.
Even that Easter was commercialized in its own way. After all, there were new dresses, shoes, hats, coats, and gloves to buy; extra eggs and candy, as well as the ham or leg of lamb roast with all the trimmings; more than usual because of all the family that was expected. If it was a warm, Spring day, the children would all be outside either at the park or playing in the yard--all the happier because we'd been off school for the past week.
As I grew older and deepened my faith, Easter took on a more spiritual celebration for me. The days leading up to it took on a special role, but I still went shopping for that special dress. When I had my own kids, my childhood Easters came back to me. Although I didn't give specific gifts for Easter, I developed my own rules for what we would do.
Many years ago, when my daughter was still a baby, I found a darling little woven basket that I thought would make the perfect Easter basket. I bought two. I was glad of that foresight when I had my son two years later. Each year, I decorated those two baskets and put eggs, candy, and small gifts in them. My one rule - no "gifts" that didn't fit inside the basket. My children grew up knowing that our family's version of Easter meant they would not be getting many new toys and gifts. Easter was not just a special day at church; it was the most important day in the church year. And that could not be bought in a store.
Sometimes, the greatest casualty of war is trust.
Lionel Cantrell has all but given up hope of finding his missing wife and child. He left them in the care of his parents and older brother while he went abroad to fight the French, only to return to a marriage in shambles, a daughter who cannot possibly be his, and his wife and son fled to parts unknown. Until now. At a former comrade’s house party, Lion comes face to face with the object of his five-year search.
Emma, whose cold reception is keenly edged with barely concealed panic. When Emma’s perfect marriage to her childhood sweetheart crumbled into an unendurable year of humiliation and torment, she had no choice but to take their son—and her sanity—to build a new life under an assumed name. Her
chance meeting with Lion threatens to expose long-buried emotional scars. And physical ones, the origins of which he must never know.
Emma’s stubborn refusal to explain why she won’t return home only fuels Lion’s relentless curiosity. So does their undeniable passion. Time is on his side, and his well of patience is deep. But Emma’s trauma runs far deeper …perhaps too deep for love to reach.
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Denise, thank you so much for guesting today and sharing about Easter and your book.
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