Today is Easter Sunday. Now normally I would go to Easter Mass — typically by myself, because my husband doesn’t like to go. Most families show up to church in bright fancy clothes, typically I show up in yoga pants and a sweater (and I might have just come from a hot yoga class, don’t judge me, I put deodorant on!).
This year, I tried to watch a YouTube recording of an Easter Mass done at the church I grew up in. I got half way through it. And I have decided that for me to actually enjoy Mass, I need to physically be there, not to watch it on my iPad. I was too fidgety to just sit and watch — I emptied the dishwasher and changed the sheets on our bed (don’t tell my mom!). And I didn’t watch the whole thing. There is still time…
I did make sure I went outside today, the weather was so beautiful — I went for a run and then I repotted most of the plants in my living room. They needed it! I called my mom and I texted with a few friends. I pulled out a simple recipe for sauce that my grandmother used to make every year for her Easter ham. Hopefully I will be able to make it just like she did — that will make me feel like it’s Easter. And after dinner, I will rip open that bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs that I have been hiding in our pantry — I give up chocolate every Lent. And as I enjoy my favorite candy after 40 days, I will remember that even though today was not the Easter I am used to, it was still a good, healthy day for our household, and next year will be even better because I’m positive that we will be able to be with family and friends.
Notes from a Self Quarantine 