All the favorites. All the traditions.
It’s hard when my immediate family is now so far apart. When we get together, we tend to try to do too much to make sure we at least touch on everyone’s favorite thing.
And try as we might, we can’t all seem to get together in one place ever anymore. Someone always can’t make it. A few are gone from us in all but spirit. In one sad way, they’ll be making more family get-togethers than before.
This Easter weekend, my daughters, one son-in-law, my sister, and of course my incredibly sweet, beautiful, handsome grandchildren are spending approximately 30 hours together at my father’s house.
My step-mom is not in the best of health right now, so us young ‘uns are doing the work: planning, shopping, cooking, etc.
Planning! How can we fit 50 years of holiday traditions into 30 hours? And that’s just the menu…
So far, we’ve eliminated fried shrimp, hash browns, and homemade bread… but added mushrooms, steak, bearnaise sauce, and Lucky Charms. (I’m in charge of the Lucky Charms. I even volunteered for the job.)