Easter.

Sunday marks the end of Lent. The resurrection of our Lord.
I LOVE Easter. The Catholic in me pines for my yearly fast, it's freeing to abstain from things that were never good for us in the first place.

Easter in most households is usually marked by candy filled baskets for the children, possibly Easter mass, and a large meal consisting of a glazed ham.

While I enjoy that, it seems quite empty to only eat scripture on holidays. And while guppy has a basket with a big Ol' chocolate bunny waiting for Sunday morning, I yearn for the day when he is old enough to bring to church without him acting out. (Lets face it, most adults have trouble staying focused during a mass- let alone a 8mo old.)

I've invited my sister & brother-in-law over for a brunch. Mr. M has to work the grave yard shift that night, so he can only stay up to about 1pm. This allows all of us to have a small get together without taking up every ones full day.
Brunch will be hand made, homemade dishes. Peppered pork loin, cheesey AuGratin red potatoes, sauteed asparagus, Lion head manor yeast rolls, and Grape nut pudding with nutmeg whipped cream.
Simple and made with love.

I plan on spending the rest of this week preparing for Easter- lots of quite time, pumping up my fasting for the three days before Sunday, speaking softly and without malice. Sounds easy? Not so- but well worth it.

Ok Lord, I'm listening.