It was the first time in 19 years that I didn't have my kids with me for Easter. Somehow, in the 6 previous years that I've been divorced, Easter Sunday always fell on my days with them. Which is just as well - their father got them chocolate bunnies this year but all the things I always did - dyed eggs and baskets and an egg hunt, he skipped. I told them we would have the regular celebration the next time my older son was home.
In the meantime, I was left to my own devices on Easter. I know, it's a religious holiday and you're supposed to go to church. Unless you're a nontheist like me and prefer the older Spring-based associations of new life. Birth, death, rebirth - a celebration as old as humanity. So I observed the day my own way - I made an omelet for breakfast (you have to have eggs, right?), planted a bunch of cheery pansies to remind me that we are almost to more consistently good weather, and settled in during the rainy afternoon to watch a couple of thematically appropriate movies:
Jesus Henry Christ (a quirky little movie about a boy genius conceived through IVF who sets out to find his biological father) and
Jesus Christ Superstar (that 70's musical told from the perspective of Judas).
And I got dinner ready to go - French bread with this wonderful port-laced cheddar, a shrimp pasta dish jam-packed with delicious ingredients, and a bottle of pinot grigio. And chocolate for dessert, of course, since you must have chocolate at Easter.
