Happy Easter, everyone!

Hello, lovelies. Today is a one of the highest Christian holidays. A day of joyous celebrations and breaking of the fast or sacrifices of the past 40 days. But what now? What have we got to look forward to now? And with Easter being a Christian holiday, what about the rest of the secular world. Is today all about chocolate? Or is there something for everyone on this sunny day? I don’t know about you, but the Easter Bunny has just been to my house. I may now have more chocolate Easter eggs in my house, that is ever possible to eat. But I’m going to give it a very good go. We’ve just finished our Easter roast, no mean feet as there is one vegan, one vegetarian and two meat eaters living under my roof. Not to mention my two dogs that are desperate to ‘join’ us in our meal, but sadly they’re both on a diet, so no scraps for them. Cue sad puppy eyes staring at me. But the thing holding the meal together was the mountain sized dish of roast potatoes. And after polishing off a mere third of them, I have retreated to the sofa to watch the customary Easter film, The Easter Parade. And with only mild groaning from my children, and my son disappearing upstairs to the safety of his bedroom, I’m setting down for my family tradition. But I’m struck with the feeling that there isn’t much to look forward to, now that Easter is over. Before I had even heard the work Covid, I had been planning on spending this holiday two weeks visiting my father in America. But here I am, sitting on my sofa, dying due to an overdose of roast potatoes, and wondering what I have to look forward to next. The next birthday in my household is not for another few months. There is St George’s day soon. But no real holiday that we can dig our teeth into. So what are we supposed to do? When I was younger, I just loved celebrating any and all holidays. One year it was so bad, that if anyone had a good day at work, up went the party bunting and we would have a ‘Good workday party.’ Then again, if you had a bad day at work, up when the bunting and we would celebrate the fact that we had survived work. But those parties slowly stopped, as life, love and laundry got in the way. So I tend to grab hold of these high days and holidays, so I can bring out my ‘special’ cutlery, much to the amusement of my children. I do tell them that it’s ‘normal’ to own a spring/summer full set of Bone China. An Autumn/winter full set and a Christmas set, but they don’t believe me. They roll their eyes at me when I suggest that we get out the Easter games, egg and spoon races, the obligatory treasure hunt that now has specular cryptic clews, thanks to my very own AR. She is so good she’s evil. But they join in, mostly just so they make me happy. But am I happy that we are all joining in on the family traditions? Because it won’t be long before they get too old to want to join in with all the silliness. Or am I happy for the holiday itself? What is it about these special days? What makes them so special. Is it the anticipation? The buying of the gifts and treats? Or is it the fact of being together. Okay, so my children are, at present, trying to kill each other, but they’re laughing while doing so. My house is full of delicious smells and left over yorkies and pigs on blankets to nibble on later. The kids are trying to work out who has the most chocolates. And that is what is important. That is what today brings us. My family is very far from perfect, but we’ve had the perfect day. And that is enough.