Easter Sunday

I'm always surprised by how quickly time flies when caught up in a decent work of fiction.  It's so unlike the distinct short stories portrayed on television.  Hopefully you all enjoyed your Easter Sunday.  Earlier, I had written a post that was both nostalgic and caustic in reference to this holiday.  However, now that the day is over I think it best to discuss how my holiday was celebrated rather than reflect on what it no longer is to me.

Actually, I almost forgot about the holiday entirely.  Today was a regular work day and there was hardly any mention of it leading up to today.  Luckily though, my parents both remembered and invited Dave and me over for dinner.  My parents are awesome.  Despite my being just three short years shy of thirty and my sister having turned a quarter of a century this year, they still hid eggs all over the house for us to find.  The four of us: Dave, Laura, Ben, and I methodically went into each room and then scrambled about looking for where my father hid the eggs.

Like last year, my parents filled the eggs with coins and candy.  I'm enjoying a mini Reese's peanut butter cup as I write this.  In addition, they included little felt bunnies that featured a number within each egg.  Once all of the eggs were collected and opened, they brought out the collection of prizes and we used the numbers from the eggs to determine the order in which we could select the prizes.  Honestly, this is my favorite part of the game.  Last year, I made out with a toothbrush that I absolutely adored.  I haven't gone through the prizes this year but I landed a hoola hoop, a set of toy guns, a small 100 piece Disney princess puzzle, band aids, toothbrushes, dental floss, Milano cookies and a whole assortment of fun goodies.  Like I said, my parents totally rule.

When I left, I couldn't help but feel slightly bad.  I'm at the age where Dave and I should be throwing these kinds of get-togethers.  We should be the ones cookies for them and yet they still provide us with holiday celebrations like they did when we were kids.  Just as I was about to leave, I noticed the pile of dishes in sink and felt awful that I hadn't even offered to clean up.  We came empty handed and it seems rather immature.  They were quick to brush these comments aside when I spoke up but I still...  Funny, as part of my homework assignment for therapy I am supposed to collect some of the instances where I'm being hard on myself.   I guess I can add this paragraph to the list.

Although Easter may no longer have the religious significance it once had, I am so incredibly thankful for my family.  They provide a secular tradition that brings us all together gathered around the table laughing, fighting, and being a family.  It was truly a wonderful way to enjoy the holiday.  Thanks mom and dad.