When I reflect back on the Easter's of my youth, one word comes to mind: COLD.
As I've mentioned about a billion times before, Chicago weather is pretty unpredictable. Except it always seems to be static on one day--Easter. And by static, I mean that you can pretty much guarantee you're going to be freezing your butt off.
I have many, many memories of walking into church or going to brunch in my Easter finest--floral dress, white shoes, white tights and...winter coat. I'm pretty sure it even snowed a few years ago. Because, for whatever reason, as soon as Mother Nature finds out the date, she schedules a late spring freeze just to remind us all that we're on HER turf.
As a kid, there's nothing worse than desperately wanting to show off your awesome new dress and having to cover it with a heavy, ugly, salt-smudged winter coat. It's kind of like having to wear a jacket over your Halloween costume. I mean, really.
(And I'm not even going to get into the snowstorm we had on Sunday night. Yes. Snow. Several inches. Do you know how annoying it is to dig through your closet for a HAT and GLOVES in APRIL?)
This year, as of right now, the weather is supposed to be in the 50s with a very low chance of rain. I'm cautiously optimistic, but I'm still not putting my son's snow boots away just yet.