Oh, hey, I'm here! Well, mostly.
Candy Hangover, Day 2: Yesterday's vow to lay off the sweet stuff lasted until 10 a.m. Today, I have hidden the chocolate in freezer and sent away all other various forms of sugar placing them high and out of reach. I think the chocolate just texted me to let them out. Uh-oh. It's only 10:15.
In the midst of having every family member over to our house for a sugar fueled, egg hunting, Easter party of a good time, the most amazing thing happened. A flash of blue caught my eye as I had been hurrying back and forth from the kitchen to the picnic table for the one hundredth time. Easter in my corner of the world had dawned sunny and warm with only the threat of thunderstorms much, much later. There on my neighbor's fence perched a blue bird, with the coloring of the brightest blue whistling a happy tune. I stopped in my tracks.
Every major holiday, it's the same: rush around cleaning, shopping, cooking/baking, preparing... I had joked, "Do it once and it becomes a tradition!" It's exhausting, yet not to do it would be too terrible to even consider. Inevitably, I glaze over wishing for a nap or a few minutes of peace. It's then that I remind myself, "The kids are only this little for a short while. We're all together today, cousins, aunts, uncles, grand-parents. Enjoy it." And so, this past Sunday thanks to the blue bird, I paused. For a brief moment, time had stopped. I acknowledged the memories being made right on the spot, in the same way as the million photos I had been taking all weekend.
Now back to Ferris Bueller's Day Off circa 1986. A wise Ferris once said, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."