Keianna

Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays due to it being close to my birthday. I’d wake up early, excited to see what the Easter bunny had left in my basket and he’d never disappoint. As I got older and learned the truth about this so-called Easter bunny, I didn’t lose my enthusiasm. I mean, a holiday where I can eat a giant chocolate bunny without getting in trouble? Count me in.

I got to celebrate Easter like a kid for a lot longer than my siblings did. This is one of the things that could be called a perk of being the first born: Your parents aren’t really sure when to stop coddling you. This can also be the worst thing in the world, but that’s a different story for a different time. Where was I? Easter. I stopped celebrating Easter when I was 14. That’s pretty old if you ask me, but I wasn’t complaining. I was happy to run around the small field beside my church in search of Easter eggs. I’d be lying if I said that I don’t pick up the eggs that are easily visible.

The Easter of my 15th year I woke up expecting a basket. In its place I found a Target gift card. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so grateful for anything I get, but it was an odd feeling. It felt like childhood had slipped out the door while my back was turned.

This year, I was excited for Easter, like really really excited, just not for the same reasons as before. This Easter, my favorite brand, Holiday, released clothes. The special thing about this brand is that it only drops on holidays (hence the name). It’s cool because I’m starting to get back the excitement I used to feel as a kid before the holidays. I’d forgotten how fun it is to count down the days, or just to be excited for something to happen.

As with most of my favorite things, Holiday comes out of a really cool community. It’s close knit and the person behind the brand, Nick, talks with us often. It’s nice knowing exactly who your money is going to and what they stand for.

On Easter Sunday, I woke up excited. I got out there and looked for eggs with my cousins. I let them take all the ones with money in them, because, hey, Easter really is for the kids. ♦