Me too, Dita! And the year I was born, it fell on Easter Sunday. It has fallen on Easter 4 or 5 times through the years. My dad’s birthday was the day before and he wanted me to come so bad that day as the story goes. He always told me I didn’t arrive until the next day because I was stubborn. I think he just loved telling that story. He was a precious sweetheart of a man and father.
I’m an Easter baby too... nice to meet you. I’m not sure I’ve ever met another one:-).