I was musing today at how taken aback I am when people ask me what I'm doing for Easter. I have to stop and blink, and think. Even as a child growing up in an active Mormon home that fully believed in the Resurrection and the Atonement, we didn't really do much. We colored Easter eggs and hid them again and again (ourselves; we, the children, even had to hide them the first time) until eventually the majority of them got lost or smashed or left out too long to be eaten. And we went to church. But we went to church every Sunday, and we talked about Jesus every Sunday, so Easter didn't feel like anything really different. I know we didn't get Easter baskets, I don't think we even got any candy.
Once I married, Easter became a bigger deal. Both Claire and Giancarlo at least do Easter baskets and some token gifts. Giancarlo's family tends to have a get-together at someone's house. But again, get-togethers happen all the time anyway.
I suppose many self-proclaimed agnostics feels this way about Easter. But I do like chocolate. I do like good food. I even mildly enjoy coloring eggs. I love spring weather and the shades of green of the surrounding hills during springtime.
And what's not to love about a cute, fuzzy, tiny little rabbit?