On Easter 2005 I found myself home alone, I do not remember the circumstances, but there I was watching Crazy Beautiful- sobbing. Mostly because for some twisted reason that movie reminds me of one of my sisters (if you have seen the movie I need you to know that my sister is not a drug addict and she regularly wears a bra).
About half way through the movie I called her in a misery loves company sort of way, but was met instead with her slapping me into reality with the comment, "You may be the only person to have ever cried at that movie- IT'S NOT EVEN SAD."
In my defense, there is a hint of sadness in the movie, but nothing that justified my weeping.
Since then, Easter has meant a bit less to me as holidays go. I like it enough. I understand the profound religious background and I can groove on being thankful, humble and awed by His resurrection. It's just not Christmas.
So now, this is how the Phillips' do Easter:
What our Easter wasn't
Church service on Sunday morning
Peeps of any sort
Lamb and/or Ham, I mean really they both seem a bit sacrilege (that's for you Lucy!)
Dyed eggs. (Truthfully, Parker dyed two at school and made me eat them because he "doesn't like them in the shell." Last year I was left with a dozen off colored hard boiled eggs. No one person should consume that many eggs and it just felt wasteful this year.)
Pastel puffy dresses and seersucker suits
What our Easter was
Sitting in the front yard on a beach towel. Alternately watching Parker write his name in the driveway and SBG figure out her new sippy cup- she's a natural.
Easter baskets full of pinwheels, the wind kind not food kind, birdhouses, 1 Hershey's miniature and a small bag of Skittles.
Chicken seasoned by Pman and cooked on the grill by Josh
A pre-Easter block party the weekend before, complete with smashed cupcakes, sunkissed faces and a moonbounce.
Joyful, yet untraditional
One of my other lovely sisters asked me to send her a picture of the kiddos in their Easter garb.
Here you go: