And all the familiar hymns, and the joy, and just the whole rebirth story. That even when things look darkest, they can unexpectedly get better in ways you never anticipated.
And an afternoon of rest. I did go shopping today; one thing was to get Easter dinner food. I decided on roast chicken: I like it a lot, I haven't made it in a very long time, and it takes fewer dishes/bowls to prepare than many things I could make (still a consideration given the broken dishwasher, which I may try to have dealt with next week if I can get some time).
But I did another thing. I was thinking of the happy childhood memories I had of Easter baskets - a little candy, maybe a small toy or stuffed animal, maybe something like a coloring book or little craft project. And how we'd get to quickly look at them but then run out the door for Sunrise Service (some years) or regular church (others) (Or both, some years).
And I thought: what's stopping me from making myself one, as an adult? Oh, in some ways, the element of surprise, of not knowing what candy you'd get or if you'd get a toy is removed....but still, the fun of the basket can be had. And in a way...well, it's the closest I might get to making one for a child of my own. (It would be fun to make a basket up for another child, but all of my friends with kids do it for THEIR kids, and of course my niece gets much stuff from my brother and sister in law). So I decided to do my own. Mostly sourced from the Target, but they tend to have good stuff. (Though their aisles were getting a little picked over.
Yes, I bought a basket, too. I'll put it away and maybe use it again next year. Or, who knows: maybe some time I will have the opportunity to do a basket for a kid and I can use it for that. Or use it as a decoration.
The stuffed corgi was an impulse purchase at the Books a Million afterward; they had a lot of those kind of squishy toy animals. I considered a purple unicorn but (a) its face was a little off center and (b) the corgi was a lot cuter. The "official" name is Corey but I might change it to Beorc! because I once threatened to name the next stuffed dog I got that (and then named him Rhombus instead)
A closer view of the basket. I did go a little overboard on the blindbag toys, but, that's the one element of surprise here:
DuckTales, "Littlest Pet Shop" (I have a few other tiny figures lined up on a shelf), a couple of Care Bears, and "hatchimals" which I've seen advertised but never seen in person. And a pink stuffed unicorn who frankly reminds me in an odd way of Moomintroll, if he were pink and had a unicorn horn. And some candy - some Lindt bunnies, and some of those creme eggs (which yes, are disgustingly sweet, but sometimes you want that) and Peeps and some good Ghirardelli chocolate bunnies.
No. Nothing is being opened until AFTER church on Sunday. I will probably make myself a very light lunch (the chicken will be a larger, early-evening dinner) and then open the blind bags and have a piece or two of the candy.
I don't have a new dress (that was another long-ago tradition in my family for Easter) but I think I have a summer dress I haven't worn in a long time - it is supposed to be warm.
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