So This is Easter

I’ll get the happy part out so you can click away to avoid the depressing part. 

Unfortunately I got sick over the weekend, so while John had to get up at 4:30am to run sound for our two church services I was laying awake hoping the sinus pain would go away and trying not to cough.  We had planned to have Easter dinner at our house and invited John’s sister and her family over, but John made me cancel it the day before; and that was a good thing because I don’t think they would have wanted me preparing their food.

I napped for a while, but eventually just had to get up, so I decided to transplant some of my veggies from their starter pots into 3″ bio pots, in order to get them ready to go outside.  I’ve got some extras, so I will probably take them to work — I’m sure Hal will want them.  I also went outside for some sunshine, which felt really good after the very cold winter we’ve had.

I had bought (ok, actually got for free!) an 11lb shank portion ham that I was intending to serve for Easter dinner.  Since I had thawed it out I had to cook it, so we had a mini large Easter dinner.  I got the ham in the oven around 1pm, and John got home a couple of hours later.  He napped for a while, and I napped for a while, and then dinner!  Talking wasn’t working so well, with the coughing and sore throat, I was able to take and make some Easter greeting phone calls.

So now for the depressing part…

So, this was another Easter gone by without eggs, baskets, chocolate bunnies, pink dresses, or cute little suits.  I know this doesn’t make sense to a lot of people, but for people who can’t have children, time starts being marked by milestones — oh look, there goes another Christmas without squeals of joy and photos with Santa!  Easter was yet another one of them for us.  It seriously didn’t help that just a week and a half ago we were rejected by South Korea as adoptive parents.

Seriously — what better way to celebrate a holiday by being told you’re unfit for parenthood.  Somewhere in America, 15 babies were aborted and 27 crack addicts just got pregnant, but we can’t seem to succeed at being parents.  Why me?  Why us? What did we do?  Where did we go wrong?

So, that was Easter for us.  Time to pick up our heads and move forward, and start making plans to avoid leaving the house on Mother’s Day.

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