|Daffodils in Riverside Park|
First, there was church. I love to sing those Easter hymns. Because - you know what - sometimes I feel like shouting 'glory'. (Can I get an 'amen' to that?)
After the service, we busted out folding tables and flowered tablecloths and had ourselves a good ol'-fashioned church potluck. I brought a butter lamb but someone else brought Bouchon macarons, so they won the day. (Just kidding. Jesus won the day.)
And then - after the potluck - I had nothing scheduled. Wait, let me say that again: I. Had. Nothing. Scheduled.
I can't tell you the last time I had a free weekend afternoon/evening (I believe it was January). I almost didn't know what to do with myself. The day stretched out - beautifully empty, beautifully free of commitments.
I took a nap, I took a walk, I sat by the Hudson River and read a book. I went to the grocery store, I made dinner (a real dinner! Not a frozen burrito or microwave popcorn that I sometimes pretend is dinner!). I went to bed at a reasonable hour.
I set my own schedule and did whatever I felt like doing in the moment. It was awesome. It was even more awesome than the pistachio macaron I ate at the Easter potluck.
Though not as awesome as the Easter story itself. That always wins.