I was pretty exhausted after my day out with the kids on Saturday, and ended up taking a five-hour late-afternoon nap, waking up in the quiet and dark with a flash of panic because I have done *NOTHING* to prepare the house for tomorrow.
It all started when an American girl met a German boy…
We spent our first Easter in Germany with family. It’s been exactly 10 years since the last time we celebrated Easter with Martin’s family. We hosted this year’s celebration at our house — the first visit for Martin’s sister Carola and her fiance Stefan. While I was ready to show off some of my culinary skills with a home-cooked meal to greet them, Martin informed me they all had just one request: Taco Bell.
Apparently, that food chain made an impression on them all those times they visited us in Italy (where there was a Taco Bell on the military base there), and they wanted to have some again. Who am I to deny them the American fast-food version of crunchy tacos and burritos?
I’m spending my Friday night filling up dozens of plastic Easter eggs, and feeling all kinds of nostalgia in the process.
Many of the plastic eggs are the very same eggs our Grandma MJ used for us all those years we (to include when my sisters and I were still teenagers) spent celebrating Easter with her and Grandpa Charley.
And this year, our German family will be with us again. It’s been ten years since we spent Easter together. I can’t wait!
Easter 1990 at my Aunt Eileen’s house. I was 9, Jill was 7, and Jinger was 4. As much as Lola looks like me all the time, I really see Miss C’s face on mine in this photo. She looks so much like her Daddy, but it’s that expression — the eye crinkle and toothy smile — that lets me know she’s mine, too, no DNA testing needed.
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