aka… Happy Easter.
I have had moments today of gatherings, of work, of sleep..
Of togetherness and being alone,
Of excitement in my fifty year old heart remembering as a five year searching for her basket and of sadness at memories as well as at change.
What do you do?
Pause. Follow your heart. Do your Sunday thing.
And if all else fails, I stuff one of those blasted peeps in my mouth as I head for my ex-husbands house for a family Easter gathering.
Hm. Yeah. Ok.
(I have four boxes of peeps…)
Do your Sunday thing. Pause. If we are granted a Monday – which is never guaranteed – well, that comes fast enough.