I’m starting to think we’re doing Easter wrong. We had no baskets, no bunnies. It wasn’t until Friday night that I thought I should probably invite my sister to dinner. Granted, we were grappling scarlet fever/strep throat, but certainly if we had traditions we would have been able to make them work.
Thankfully, all was not lost. We managed to fit in some talk about what Easter is really about early in the week. We snuck in an egg hunt (and I hope we didn’t infect anyone with our nasty strep bacteria . . . sorry if we did!), I found a dress tutorial so Little Miss would be properly attired at church (easiest dress ever . . . my new go-to), and our neighbor – bless him! – invited us over for some real Easter ham. It made all the difference to have a place to go and people to chat with on Easter night.
The holiday was saved by a thread.
Next year, however, things will be different. I’m not entirely sure how. But I’m plotting and planning and hoping to make it something special.
New traditions await.