All hail the Easter Bunny. There are promises of eggs. Little small gifts enclosed in plastic oval shapes, smelling of new chemicals freshly pressed from large manufacturing companies. My gift to the weather. A small token of spring. Perhaps the swiftness and cool eyed crispness deserves better awakenings than Folgers in your cup and effervescence scalding hot in aging fingers. It's all daisies, ribbons, and freshly starched outfits pressed for the deadline on velvety pews, gotta make it on time in the rush of traffic where runways are composed of yellow dashed lines and patent leather shoes pressed to the metal of gas ignitions. Who needs a Bible? We all have our outfits and hopefully unstained chocolate pressed against our lips honoring the risen from a sealed tomb after three days after the cry of vinegar quenched lips and warm blood dusty from a crown of thorns. Let me celebrate once. Once in my life, go to an edifice filled with familiar tunes and paper ...

This is what makes you smile. The holidays in Atlanta were wonderful as I spent time with my son. He throughly enjoyed opening his presents, as you can see... Trying to keep up with my family tradition from back home, I wanted him to open up just one present on Christmas Eve. I presented him with a beautifully wrapped gift that he promptly began to open as I was getting my camera. The cute little Bambino couldn't even wait! After listening to Christmas carols and telling my son the real meaning of Christmas, I read him Bible stories and watched him smile. He even stayed up late on Christmas Eve to play with his new toy-a little xylophone. He was so happy. I love to see the cute little smile on his face!!! It's all about these little joys, these simple smiles that I begin to see my own present. At Christmas, I did not have tons of presents under the tree for me. I stayed up late to prepare for a nice dinner for the big day. My feet hurt from the shuttling back and forth for comb...