“Turns out not where but who you’re with that really matters.”-Dave Matthews Band, “The Best of What’s Around”
We observed the stay at home order for Ohioans in spite of the Easter holiday. I didn’t quite know what to expect from an Easter at home, but it turned out to be a lovely day all around.
Since I didn’t have to be at the physical church building early to practice for choir, I got to sleep until 7:30 on an Easter morning… which felt luxurious in and of itself. Josh got home from the fire station shortly thereafter, and we sat, drinking coffee in the kitchen before getting started on the food for the day. I even got my one mile run in after I put the stuffing together and got it in the oven.
It turns out I can’t cook a holiday meal for just four people. If you need any of the following, I’ve got you covered: ham, mashed potatoes, homemade noodles, corn casserole, stuffing, coleslaw, and Butterfinger pie. We also have a few pieces of celery with port wine cheese and a handful of olives left from the relish tray, but I’ll be eating those in short order. The combination tastes like childhood.
Prior to eating, we all got dressed in our Easter finery. To be fair, I bought my Easter dress (Poshmark; score) in January. I got the boys’ and my husband’s shirts to match the colors of the flowers in the skirt of my dress over the next couple of weeks, finishing our entire ensemble by mid-February.
Then COVID-19 changed everyone’s plans.
Could I have saved everything for next year? I mean, sure. But getting dressed up felt like a treat today. We all convened in the living room, watched our church’s Easter service, complete with communion, and then Josh and I finished making dinner, which is to say lunch, because we are apparently old people now.
Really, it was a lovely day. Low-key, no stress, lots of great food, and some fun laughter with our four-person family unit.
Do I want to celebrate Easter in this manner next year? I’d really rather not. I’d like for this Easter at home to be a one off, a memory we talk about when we read through our family journal in 30 years. Here’s hoping that this is all a memory by Easter 2021.