No matter how long the winter, Spring is sure to follow....Proverb
This winter was long. Oh no, not in terms of weather. That was mild. But the heartache and sadness we all experienced with the passing of Judy....well, that made for a pretty rough winter.
As Easter approached, I really struggled with how I wanted to spend the day. For the past 12 years, Judy, Eric and their girls joined us here at the House of Chang for a feast. We always took the time to celebrate. Should I continue that tradition, knowing that one very important person was not with us this year? Or, do I use this opportunity to start a new tradition? Would Eric and the girls want to join us? This would be the "first" of a year of firsts for them.
But, in the end, I decided to continue on....with a few changes.
Thing Two took care of the cookies, snickering that "With the bow tie on this one, he looks more like the Playboy bunny" (and while I don't have a picture, I too am wondering how does this child know about such things?)
We had to color eggs...for the first time in many years. I tried many Easters ago to make hard boiled eggs. I seriously over-cooked the eggs and they turned green. Not a big deal, since I don't really care for them in the first place I just wouldn't bother coloring eggs. But, younger Thing LIKES hard boiled eggs. In years' past, that too was not a big deal as "his Judy" took care of him, bringing over a carton filled with hard boiled eggs just for him. This year, I managed to cook the eggs "just right" and thus there were no green eggs served with the ham.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. Anne Bradstreet
PS: a final note about the flowers in the top picture. Those are from MY yard. Yes, me the brown-thumbed Martha finally had a flower or two to pick from the garden. I planted the tulips several years ago, but every year either the neighborhood rabbits got to them or a snow storm crushed them before they had a chance to bloom. This year, they bloomed. Sometimes our reminders that it will be OK are as simple as the blooming of a tulip.