Today the spouse and I stayed home, brunched late, packed a few things and deliberately missed going to church. Why? Because I grew up in a place where Christianity was all about Easter. There was no holiday more important than the Resurrection of the Lord. It was, perhaps, too theatrical and full of unnecessary bells and whistles, but still, that's what I grew up with.
And so I can't stand Easter being turned into a chocolate egg binge forced upon young children by fertility symbols such as bunnies or young chickens. Oh, there will be a regular service, of course, but the normally empty pews will be filled with impatient children eagerly awaiting the egg hunt that will follow, during which their parents will sip coffee and munch on doughnuts and sweets.
I know, I know. I sound horribly bitter. But this holiday combines for me homesickness, my yearning for children and a real challenge regarding my carbs. Have I mentioned before that the only sweet thing I cannot resist is chocolate?
A friend took pity on me and invited me over for dinner. I hope Easter eggs are not on the menu. Wait. Maybe one egg is not that bad... Right?