My mom tells me this was taken in 1976. I would have been 8, and my sister would have been 6.
I love how traditions are passed down through generations. The first Easter Matt and I were married, he inquired about a receipt from Belk. I explained it was my Easter dress. I still remember the puzzled look on his face. He got the long dissertation, and fifteen years later, I still get a new dress for Easter Sunday. Now Gray gets a new outfit too.
And even though Matt has taken to wearing jeans to church many Sunday mornings, he wears a suit on Easter Sunday. I wish we all did this a bit more often. In fact, I really wish I could start a movement.