Ah, Easter Sunday. I absolutely love Easter Sunday.
It's not just the 85 pounds of chocolate you can eat without judgment for a day.
It isn't just the hilarity that results from mixing orange and green coloring on your hard-boiled eggs. Note to self: In the future, refrain from mixing orange and green coloring on your hard-boiled eggs, or else, just skip a step by starting with brown eggs.
And it isn't just the unofficial kickoff of the spring season.
No, really, it's allegedly spring in certain parts of the U.S. I swear. Please see last week's column for my own personal plea on behalf of the Valley to this end. Hmpf.
No, it's not just those things or the countless hours I've spent in the last 120 or so baking homemade bread, making fresh sauce from scratch for the lasagna or rolling dozens and dozens of tiny meatballs into the homemade wedding soup. Believe it or not, I sincerely love doing these things every Easter.
It's not just the fudge, lemon squares, biscotti, Tollhouse bars, pistachio fluff and Rice Krispy treats that I gladly make with love during Holy Week each year.
And it isn't the incredible joy I feel as my family gathers around the Easter dinner table and enjoys the ham, two types of potatoes, zucchini bake, salad and on and on and on until we all need to fast another 40 days.
It isn't just that we get all the happiness and goodies of Christmas without all the pressure of buying and wrapping gifts and mailing out 147 cards.
Not that I don't love all of this about Easter ... it's simply not what I love most.
For me, and so many Christians around the world, today means hope, renewal, forgiveness. It is about the Son.
I'm not sure if you've been watching the History Channel's adaptation of "The Bible" - but I have. And it's been a tremendous reminder.
Because it's easy to get caught up in all the spring break travel plans or lose yourself in anticipation of the end of wintry weather. (Again, I'm still holding out hope here.)
It doesn't take much to engulf ourselves in the business of shopping for Easter dresses and buying photos with that big ol' fluffy bunny. Heck, much of our attention recently has been focused on finding just the right spot to hide the eggs and baskets this year that they haven't already searched 3,000 times. BTW, the house and yard have only so many secret spots, people.
But "The Bible" has jolted thousands of us into remembering that today is about the light ... of the world.
My very good friend the Rev. Christopher Cicero of Warren quite eloquently captured the true meaning of the holiday.
"Jesus' self-sacrifice brings new life. The cross is dark and sorrowful, but it is not final; it gives way to the light and joy of the Resurrection. For us, life in Christ promises renewed life now and forever by embracing Christ's self-giving love today. Jesus Christ, the Son of God came into the world to die and rise again for our salvation. In return, let us offer ourselves to him rejoicing in the gift of new life," he said.
There you have it.
Now, for those celebrating Passover, blessings to you. And, in spite of the few who've made a stink and do not want us to use this word, I wish you all a very Happy Easter Easter Easter Easter Easter Easter Easter.
Or, as my Pop would put it, "Buona Pasqua!"
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist and Easter enthusiast. She wishes warmth, hope and peace to all and you can warm thoughts right back to her at firstname.lastname@example.org.