To The Moon and BackPosted: April 8, 2013
Yesterday, we finally celebrated Easter with the family. My sister was out-of-town last weekend, so we had put off our Easter Egg hunt, and lunch. It was really nice.
My brother-in-law presented me with a very spoofty resume, and I finally gave my sister her birthday card.
My Mom was like a kid on Christmas. We had picked out special necklaces for all the granddaughters for their birthdays, but when they arrived early, and she fell in love with them she decided they were Easter gifts instead.
Something special from Nana, to all the girls.
When Mack opened hers, I saw the tears well up in her eyes. My oldest niece also gave my Mom a pretty instant serious hug. The little girls definitely thought the necklaces were pretty, but it was a little lost on them what the meaning was. It wasn’t lost on me.
Guess How Much I Love You came out when Mack was three. My Mom and I must have read this book at least a thousand times over the years. First to Mack, then P, then S and finally to a baby Mea. It is a book that I have bought for every new mom I know, for as long as I can remember. My Mom signs off texts to Mack with this all the time, and now she does with P, too.
Mack has asked me several times now to get the little nut-brown hair tattooed on me somewhere, so that she can get the big nut-brown hair tattooed on her. I have thought about it. Still thinking.
My Mom typically doesn’t go this crazy for Easter. She usually makes baskets for the girls, but of the normal Easter variety. She nearly always buys my sister and I a plant of some sort, that I promptly murder by either forgetting about it, or over-watering. Black thumb all the way. This year, she bought us rose charms for our Pandora bracelets.
A flower that I cannot kill.
A flower for every Easter to come.
All in all it was a really good Easter. Even if it wasn’t actually on Easter Sunday. Cancer didn’t get this holiday.