Another Easter has come and gone – an event which is a big deal in my family.

I never used to pay much heed to Easter; the church was generally crowded beyond capacity so it was a good time to go camping or sleep in.  But in Mel's family it has traditionally been a time to get together so in our married life we've always gotten new clothes (except for me – I almost never shop), go to church, make photos of ourselves in our good clothes, and get together for a huge lunch – just like at Thanksgiving.

When our kids were little, we hid and hunted eggs of course but this year marks the first time that both of them are no longer officially "little kids" and so even though the kids colored eggs (by themselves actually), they didn't actually play hide and seek with them.  Mel expressed some sadness at the passage of an era since they are the youngest kids in the family.  I can see her point.  But at least they still wanted a basket filled with chocolate things and marshmallow Peeps.  We used to buy them some candy that they didn't like so that we could eat it but we even forgot about that this year.  This year it was more about buying Evan his first car than about Easter eggs.

Church was exceptionally nice.  Asbury made an effort to control any parking and seating issues in advance and so things went smoothly.  The music was extremely good.  Plus, Evan's former(?) girlfriend and her family turned up to sit with us.  Strictly speaking, they sat behind us since they were a few moments late but that's close enough to count.  Apparently Evan had invited them (without telling us) but we got the credit.  At least until we passed it on to him.

Mel had everyone come over to our house to eat and to make that happen it took the combined efforts of all of us on Saturday to clean up and get the good dishes down out of the attic.  It's a pity that the garbage pickup took a holiday on Good Friday since we have an abnormally large mountain of it related to this cleanup event.  I spent Saturday morning working with the men's ministry at the church doing some basic home maintenance things for some elderly ladies and so escaped about half of the cleanup project.  It was tiring just the same though.

The place looked good though by the time the family arrived.  All together we had fourteen people so we used up every single knife and fork in the house along with every single plate and dish.  It's not often we get to do that. 

One of the guys there owns two restaurants in Fayetteville which always puts a bit of pressure on you to make sure the food turns out right.  Or in my case, the coffee, which has become my job. 

But things turned out well, everybody got pleasantly full and then just sat around talking which is the way things have gone for as long as I can remember even back to my childhood.  I guess that's what tradition's are all about.