It is Easter morning today in our house! At last everyone is home together and so the table is set for Easter breakfast, with the statutory eggs and bunnies. Do children ever grow out of tradition? Since beginning to write this blog I have had to go and sort out an argument in the kitchen, as middle child had removed the chocolate from other people’s plates and gathered it all together for himself. Well, he is only 25…
There seems to have been even more talk this year about setting the date of Easter. To be honest, I am not a ‘dates’ person. I am embarrassed to admit that I forget birthdays and anniversaries. I like to say that it is because I become caught up in the busy-ness of everyday life, but I suppose really it boils down to a lack of self-discipline. Other people are so much better at remembering and marking special occasions than I am, although I do try!
I am not going to come down on either side of the argument for fixing the date of Easter. What matters for me is that Easter, the ‘real Easter’, happened, and that makes a difference to every day of the year.
