Easter makes me think of Heaven, and of my Emma. But, thankfully, Easter makes me think of my Savior. His love. His grace. His sacrifice. His forgiveness. His resurrection. Though I feel sad that my Emma is not here to celebrate with us on this earth, I am so grateful that because of Him she is alive and well in Heaven. She is praising Him with a beautiful dance and a lovely song I am sure.
I may not hold her in my arms anymore, but I hold her in my heart always.