This evening a very special happening took place. As I was working on our (late) summer dinner Jesse said he saw fireflies.
Easter came, it went, and now it’s over! To be honest, while I’m slightly exhilarated at this ending, I’m also slightly in mourning.
Why? I miss food.
You see, Easter, as well as holidays in general, used to mean feast.
These days they mean the opposite of feast to me. Holidays don’t even feel ‘special’. They feel like a whole lot of stress, and very little to show for it.
Celebrations don’t have to revolve around food, and I still stand by that, but something feels like it’s missing….
Guys, I’ve dropped the ball.
Instead of coming up with neat alternatives or using the amazing resources available to find alternatives from my incredible blogging friends that share our story, I quit. I said, “food just doesn’t matter anymore”. But…it does. It totally, absolutely does.
Food is our medium for connection.
I don’t know about you, maybe I’m just totally food obsessed, but all of my favorite moments, the ones that stand out, are around food. Making it, eating it, sharing it, even cleaning up after it.
So, Sunday in a very late in the game decision, I made cadbury-esq eggs. Vegan, delicious, and amazing. And guess what? Even though they were time consuming and incredibly sticky and even a little frustrating to put together, the delight I saw in the three little ones I get to call my own made it all worth it.
Maybe writing off the holidays was a survival mechanism. Maybe it was […]
Everything felt so big. So scary big. So I squished it into a box and put it away on a high shelf deep in this silly brain of mine.