Spring Break is over. A big To Do List awaits. But first, a recap of our big weekend filled with God and sugar, birthdays and death, creativity and freedom, all wrapped around a full Libra moon. Passover comes first, with a beautiful Seder at the home of our friends, Lynn and Dennis. These people know how to throw a party. From their annual Super Bowl extravaganza with more than two hundred guests and a television in every room (including the loo) we know that a gathering in their home is always a rockin’ good time. What to expect from our first Passover? Thoughtful comments from the hosts and each of the guests as we go around the table and discuss the core Passover themes of slavery and freedom. Festive “plague” masks are passed out. Gabriel, nearly 13, puts on the black one and announces, “I am darkness”. Sage, 9, says that he still thinks there’s a lot of good in the world, even though some people believe the Holocaust never happened. Deep thoughts from the kids’ table.
Saturday I wake up late, a little hung over from the Passover wine. It is a somber day; after a brief call to wish my dad happy birthday, we get the news that the father of Andrew’s good friend has only hours to live. Life is short. I think about this as I head down the street to look at the ocean, do some writing, and figure out what I’m going to fill the Easter baskets with this year. After all my rants on GMOs and consuming too much sugar, I choose some expensive pure chocolate bunnies from Germany. Later, I’ll arrange them nicely in three baskets for each boy and the husband who was raised Jewish. The filling of the eggs is also my job. We stopped putting candy in them when we adopted Cowboy, our Jack Russell mix. Now we fill them with things that won’t cause a trip to the emergency vet: money, toys, gift certificates and, this year, corny Easter jokes. Who is the Easter Bunny’s favorite movie actor? Rabbit De Niro! It’s 2am by the time I begin this process and must resist the temptation to add off-color jokes like, Why don’t rabbits make noise when they’re having sex? Because they have cotton balls…
When my husband wakes at 5:30am, he hides the eggs around the back yard. Everything you need to know about the boys’ personalities can be gleaned from the Easter egg hunt. Gabriel begins his slow and deliberate search by looking in all of the obscure, hard-to-reach places. He’s competitive but hates anything obvious. For him it’s about finding the eggs that nobody else sees. Sage dives right in and grabs as many of the ones right in front of him as possible. He’s a path-of-least-resistance guy. He’s also generous and non-competitive. Halfway through, when he sees that Gabriel has only a few eggs compared to his haul, he begins picking up eggs and putting them into his brother’s basket. I’m always worried about fairness. But the Universe has got my back. For the second year in a row, the boys end up with exactly the same amount of money.
My favorite part is getting gussied up for the big fancy Easter brunch. With our bellies full of crab Benedict, currant scones, fish and chips, seafood pasta, pistachio profiteroles, and iced tea with fresh mint and sugar cane, we take a walk. We revel in the simple pleasures of life – good friends, good food, and sunshine along the Pacific Ocean. Whatever else troubles us, life isn’t so bad. After a couple of stops at open houses, we head home to our imperfect house that doesn’t seem so bad. We get the kitchen workspace ready for egg dyeing. With Gabriel’s academic, extracurricular and social schedule, it has been a long time since we’ve done something creative together. But two hours of egg coloring proves that we haven’t lost our touch. Afterwards, I rustle up some dinner and we watch two episodes The Last Man on Earth before putting the kids to bed. It’s a school night and we are heading into the last couple months before summer, rested and ready.