Happily … after retirement

Growing up in my house, Easter was always a time to celebrate.

Ash Wednesday, Lent, First Fridays, Stations of the Cross, Good Friday, Holy Saturday and Easter Sunday.

Easter was about Jesus and the Easter Bunny.

It was about getting a new dress, shoes and a darling hat, finding our baskets, attending an extremely long mass and eating and a huge meal.

Easter was about family, a ham dinner and strawberry shortcake. It was gigantic for us kids and then… poof, it was gone.

As a parent, many of those same traditions were handed down to my children except we, as a family, went out to eat for Easter dinner. It never made sense to me to make a ham dinner for just the  4 of us. In my mind, Easter dinner was for 20 or more, not 4. And so, we began a new tradition, in the land…