I hosted Easter dinner on Sunday.
I briefly considered doing a Tutorial From Hell on how to make the teensy Easter baskets, but then noticed that a) I did not snap any photos whilst making the craft so as to document how the baskets were constructed, and b) they really are just fancy cupcake wrappers with half a length of fuzzy pipe-cleaner attached with tape.
(I could probably write an entire book called: Half-Assed Crafts for Every Season)
I love Easter. I love the prospect of renewal and possibility that comes with this time of year.
And I love candy.
Our Winesday Easter was one of those lovely, happy holiday dinners where people were in good form, and everything was funny, and there was a lot of wine but not too too much, and the food was glorious and there was Enough of Everything.
This winter was long, and cold, and nothing seemed to work out right. But having our little family around the table again — surrounded by wine and cheer — reminded me that we made it. It was just a moment; a season of darkness, and now we are stepping out into this wonderful new light.