Easter greetings 2015, a time of a strange hair phase for the Precourt kids.
It's an interesting place to be in - far away from family and where you grew up - while living in a house you're selling and not knowing where the next one will be. I stepped outside this morning to look at the sun rising and then turned to see the blue ocean behind me. It's a dull ache, like I'm not allowed to love it enough because we are leaving. And at the same time I feel homesick for home far away.
We don't do the Easter bunny here. It's just something we never did, and I'm not sure why. I grew up with epic baskets on Easter morning and the house smelling like ham with pineapples.
After a week of thinking about all the things I grew up doing: Sunday School, Easter dresses and bonnets, baskets and how my kids don't know any of that... I came to the peaceful decision that they aren't missing out. We can't repeat everything. I had my childhood and they get to have theirs. If some things carry over, it will happen naturally.
So, totally unplanned, yesterday I suddenly found myself driving to the dollar store and the toy shop and the candy place to fill some Easter baskets. It was fun to set them out after the kids were asleep knowing they weren't expecting it at all. And if this means I will have to keep at this every year, well, it's nice to know you can start a tradition half way through a childhood.
And home can be just about anywhere if you let it.