This year, it also means the extraordinary miracle of Ramsey's existence. Looking out my window this morning to see him and Emma running together in the field made all the work, stress and worry of the last 5 months worth every moment. There have been too many times in my life when no amount of praying, wishing, hard work or effort could bring about a miracle. It makes this one all the sweeter.
Easter means the return of the sun, of light and warmth...
and with it, comes the mud, the muck and the tiny hints of growing things to come.
It means the shedding of the past year, making way for the next.
And it means time spent with loved ones and hope for what is yet to come.