I almost lost myself today, friends. Today was Easter, and I decided to have it at my house, even though my mom’s house is now open. I figured since it was K’s first meat day, we could celebrate here with all the meat and not just ham. I am not too much of a ham person, to be honest.
I woke up before Girl2, but not before K. Girl2 came down and sure enough, we had chicken for breakfast. Girl2, the Boy and Girl1 and went through their baskets (the Easter Bunny was a bit lazy this year so there was no basket hiding). We had chicken and potatoes for breakfast and the prepared for the day ahead.
The reason we have had holidays here is not due to tradition, but rather a falling out has occurred that has made the family not all be able to gather together. I won’t get into that here, but it is a point of the story for today. My mom told me she would be here at 2, so I figured 2:30-3. See, I was planning the cooking around this as well as the planned activities for the children (yearly Easter egg hunt). So as it got closer to 3, I had K give a call on over to see when they would be here. She talked to my mom and she said it would be some time, because she still had to go to my brother’s house first.
I cannot lie to you. I was angry. This wasn’t the first time that planned activities have been held up because of going to my brothers house. J’s last birthday was a prime example, where she was late and almost didn’t come, and when she did, it was much later than I wanted. Now, my brother has cut himself off from the family, except for my mom, and that’s fine; we all make our choices. However, I don’t like being on hold, and not just me, but everyone else in the family as well.
I was doing my rage thing, when K told me, “You know, other people have far worse Easter Sundays. Some don’t have baskets, or dinners, or anything.” I think she was explaining it more to Girl2, but I also think it was meant for me.
I decided there and then that I wasn’t going to let this throw me off. I was going to do what we had planned. We hid eggs, Julie found them. Then Julie and I hid the eggs and everyone else found them.
It was like The Hunger Games. The Boy pushed Girl1 into the bushes for an egg.
We started our cooking, I had potatoes, K had meat.
And a beer
We got dolled up and took pics!
Posing a threat!
They came just in time to eat. We carved some meat, ate the meal, my mom brought over like 100 more eggs. Really. This was how tired I was of hiding eggs:
I got really lazy.
The kids (and Uncle Sal) had fun finding them and it was amazing. There was much laughter, tears from laughter really. And some great pictures.
This is just epic. Look at all that radiating beauty.
Here is the point of all of this. Holidays don’t need to be on a schedule. They happen when they happen. I am lucky enough to be able to be surrounded by people I love, people who love me, abundance of food, and it all happens when it is supposed to happen. It was a beautiful day, as it was a meant to be. There was no need for any anger. Love heals.
“Groove is in the heart.” – Deee-LIte