Easter crams a lot of stuff into basically a weekend. Let’s start with the powerful stories of Holy Thursday and Good Friday. They are emotionally draining. Then the emotional and spiritual triumph of The Resurrection comes on Saturday night and Sunday. I wish we could take longer to celebrate. We had Easter brunch at my sister’s. My stepmother, my brother-in-law and his son, my two sons and #1 son’s wife, J, my sister K, and I were the attendees. My brother and his family were having a celebration at his mother-in-law’s house in Southside.
All I want to say about the food now is that was delicious and plentiful. I could write a lot about the food.
My younger son is going to his cousin’s destination wedding at a resort in the Dominican Republic. He doesn’t seem to understand the there are dangerous places in the DR, and it’s not the type of place where you just go hang out like Nags Head or Myrtle Beach.
He likes to mess with our heads. We hope when multiple adults tell him it’s a dangerous place for a novice traveller to just visit, he will get the idea to just go down to the wedding and get back. But nothing is ever easy with C.