So there you have it - this year's Jesus Cake, complete with silver candies and red sprinkles. It was delicious, and once more we have a visible reminder of exactly what Jesus did for all of us those many years ago. What a tradition.
We played Star Wars Monopoly late Saturday evening. Erik was the hands-down master, leaving Bill and I in the dust by 9:30 to start the upstairs trek to Harry Potter and bed. Kari fell by 10:30, just in time to watch SNL, with Erik accumulating the vast majority of properties shortly after that to see Steve throw in the towel. He could've mortgaged all of his hotels, but decided just to concede. Along with freshly popped popcorn on our big tabletop industrial sized popper, we were good to go. In my mind, it's not necessarily about the holiday itself, but what that time off can represent to us. Several of my friends didn't even know it was Easter yesterday, and while that surprised me, simply because of the Cadbury egg commercials ever 5 minutes, but just because it's so ingrained in our country, these Christian holidays. And again, for me this year, it WAS about remembering Jesus, even just historically and physically, and what he said and did that was so great, but also the huge sacrifice he made because he loved ALL of us so much (not just a certain select few).
So I cooked and ate - turkey with bunny bread, ham with scalloped potatoes, scrambled eggs, bacon and goopy rolls, and the best darned split pea soup ever concocted on the planet earth and beyond. Too much too much, as my great-grandmother Florence would say, but ALL so good. So now Steve's back at work, Erik's back to his apartment, Kari's getting ready to leave, and I go to work while Bill plays with friends. Business as usual? Maybe, but the undercurrent is definitely one of gratitude and warmth and family love. Again, warmest wishes for a fruitful spring season.
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