Easter has been in the back of my mind since early January when hot cross buns first started showing up on supermarket shelves. “In 2020, we don’t submit to hot cross bun culture until March”, I thought to myself. I think it was still January when I inevitably caved. In recent weeks, due to the newly implemented isolation laws, I had kind of forgotten about Easter. In fact, I only realised yesterday that it’s next weekend.
Easter has always been one of my favourite holidays and I have fond memories associated with it. As a child, we would celebrate it with our extended family. Us cousins would dye hard-boiled eggs in advance and eat them at Easter lunch, amongst other food. My Oma used to make vol-au-vents, which was particularly popular. There was usually an Easter egg hunt and my brother and sister I would proudly show off our Easter chocolate to one another, always critiquing and comparing our goods.
As the years passed, we eventually stopped getting together at Easter time. My immediate family would continue to maintain our traditions, though. We would go to church on Good Friday and Easter Sunday, exchange chocolate gifts and have a roast dinner of some kind. After us kids began to move out of home one by one, it was usually an event that would be able to bring us under the same roof again.
Jordan and I went away over the Easter long weekend in 2016 and 2017. I cherish the memories of those road trips and the beautiful places we visited. Easter also serves as a reminder of the first time Jordan and I went to church together and subsequently the first church in which we started attending regularly. As Christians, Easter culminates what our entire belief system is built upon. Acknowledging the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ is important any time of year, but it always feels particularly meaningful at Easter. It’s also a great time to bring your significant other to church for the first time! A friend of ours refers to this as the “flirt to convert.” Catchy, don’t you think? And by the grace of God, in our situation, it worked.
Now that I have a family of my own in a new state, I was looking forward to starting a new tradition with our little family of three. Thoughts of opening up our home to new friends here and celebrating together were starting to take formation in my mind. I have a real urge to entertain these days, perhaps as a way to pay it forward after the hospitality Jordan and I have received from so many friends of ours. Or maybe just to recreate that feeling of togetherness that we can’t get from our family while we live up here. We also considered going away for the weekend. I’ve never driven out of Townsville and thought maybe we could go down to Airlie Beach, or perhaps further north to Cairns. Needless to say, neither of those plans will be coming into fruition this Easter.
The last week or so I have been feeling particularly blue about COVID-19. I go through periods of either feeling really motivated to keep busy around the house or do absolutely nothing. There is no in-between. When thinking about Easter part of me thinks “what’s the point?” Fortunately, though, the other part, which is bigger and much more positive is determined to salvage what we can of the weekend.
We won’t be doing anything too extravagant and as we have recently come to realise, a lot of food and only two people is not always a good idea. It is, however, Evie’s first Easter so I’d like to make it feel a little special. Even if she won’t remember it. This year we will be keeping it low key, logging into Zoom for Church on Good Friday and Easter Sunday and having a small meal at home. I’m thinking a platter of some kind and maybe some scotch eggs. And yes, there will be a bounty of hot cross buns and Easter chocolate, because I’m just a sucker for those individually wrapped eggs.
Will you be celebrating Easter this year at home?