Actually on THIS Easter Sunday Morning, my tulips are not yet in bloom (because Easter is about a month earlier than usual) and my entire little world is covered in a couple of inches of snow. But it is supposed to get up to 50 some ºs today, so it should melt.
I am getting ready to go to church. I love Easter Sunday. In my prayer and meditation this morning, I wept. I wept in gratitude for the great love that is given to me, undeserved by me, and yet freely given.
All of the kids and grandkids are coming over later. If the snow melts, I will hide Easter eggs. I will assemble Easter baskets after mass. I look forward to smelling a ham cooking later today. And potatoes au gratin. and a strawberry cake. and asparagus. and etc., etc., etc.
My last ever (please dear God) binge was on Easter weekend 1983. It was horrifying. I couldn't even cook Easter dinner for my young children. And now I get to watch my daughter disappoint her children... it is so sad.