It was a really good Easter. No dressing up, at least not much. No heading to church with the family. No big extended family Easter lunch.
It was good.
I was pretty sad about the whole thing because I really love Easter. For us, and our faith, it’s the culmination of the whole story. The crescendo.
Plus, I often host our extended family or our friends and I cook and bake and love the house brimming with loved ones.
Saturday, I baked treats with the kids. And it actually turned out (you may recall my Easter endeavors don’t always -may I remind you of macaroni and cheese from scratch or other rice krispie efforts). We had a precious bunny butt cake, rice krispie eggs with jelly bean surprise, and sugar cookies.
A local club had a drive through Easter parade which we drove through to see the Easter bunny and receive Easter treats (I know our days are numbered on the kids enjoying this).
They walked the dog and swam and went on bike rides.
We woke up Sunday morning to Easter basket treats, sans basket, and they went on an Easter egg hunt as is our morning tradition.
Little bit negotiated a 27.5% purchased stake in the boys lemonade business which was absolutely a delight to watch (these negotiators, keep an eye out for them all).
We watched our church and some other church services as well.
I cried as I watched Andrea Bocelli perform solo at the Duomo. Especially his closing of Amazing Grace on the steps.
We had a big lunch and I tried out new recipes. Roasted turkey roulade and spiced carrots and lemon butter asparagus. My mom came and sat at the end of the table at a respectable distance but we weren’t going to have her eating lunch all by herself!
We took naps and colored Easter eggs and really enjoyed being together.
Easter was different. But we were so incredibly fortunate. We were together. We were healthy. As we said our prayers, we acknowledged what a rare gift it is to have a house and to have jobs and to have a refrigerator full of food. I’ve certainly been through holidays that didn’t have any of those.
So our quarantine Easter looked different, but it was good. These quieter days are reminding us what life could look like. What we should leave out when things go back to “normal.” What we should treasure. Where we should invest our energy.