Plants were purchased. Containers and pots and flowers-a-plenty, all lined up and waiting for transplantation. The tradition in our family every year is to plant on Easter. Mother Nature had something else in mind for today, though. Our first Easter in which it poured, and thundered, and she made it known there would be no fumbling through her dirt today. No digging, kneeling before the sunshine, dirtying my hands, bumbling through roots, unearthing my over-weeded gardens and presenting beauty and pride by the end.
An Easter in which my husband can’t be with us, having to do the egg hunt and baskets’-opening before he left this morning, and call him to return for a brief time to share our turkey meal with us, for him to return back to the “war in the woods” until tomorrow.
After having a nowhere-near-normal Christmas, I would’ve liked to have a semi-recognizable Easter, but it wasn’t in the cards, I guess.
Regardless of the rain and the absent husband, time was spent today amidst games of all kinds with my children, playing pretend-food, drawing with dry-erase markers, and happily cheating on my diet while cooking a feast of delicious turkey, mashed potatoes, carrots, creamed spinach and biscuits, afterwards sharing with them a slight delicacy of Hershey’s dark chocolate and Reese’s Pieces from their Easter baskets. (I foresee a lot of the Wii Fit later on today and this week.)
Atypical or not, despite some of the expected sibling arguments and fighting, it has been quiet. It has been filled with me and my kids, and it’s been pretty wonderfully reetackular, if I do say so myself.
Final words from my 4-year-old:
“Wook, mommy, dis means you’re in wove wif somebody if you have wings wike dis,” he says as he plays with both my ring fingers, bearing rings. (translation: “Look, mommy, this means you’re in love with somebody if you have rings like this!”)
“Oh yeah? And just who do I love?”
“Uh, I don’t know!?”
I giggle. “Are you sure you don’t know?”
“Uh, I fink, Daddy?”
I giggle again. “Yes baby, I’m in love with daddy.”
“Yeah, I know. NAILED IT!”
Good grief, I love that boy and his cute baby voice, and the way he thinks. And cue the sun. Can it get any better?