The day I've been waiting for

The day before Easter and I can't find my camera batteries charger anywhere.

Ah well, it will probably end up looking a lot like most of our occasions. Lane is coming over and we're going to play boardgames. Or Tom will teach us poker, or both. Either way we're going to bet with Jelly Bellys and M&Ms and... you know, make ourselves sick, I'm sure.

Lane is bringing the main course and I'm providing a few surprises *wink wink*

I love that I can plan little things. I love having someone to make an Easter basket for every year. I can't wait to take over Christmas-stocking duty from my mother-in-law either, or to hide Easter eggs for my future children. I find it all really exciting and a great excuse to buy things I usually shouldn't - things like my grandma used to pick up everywhere and squirrel away until some holiday, or some bingo game, from which we'd come home with a department-store box full of blue glass birds, tiny pots of lotion, delicate jewelery and every other excessively gifty thing you could imagine.

For Tom, and for my own children, some day, I try to be somewhat practical so as not to fill my home with piles of virtually unusable bric-a-brac (grandma had fantastic closets). But, as Lane (and I'm sure my Grandmother) would attest to, that's the fun of these occasions: the impractical extravagance. Like buying popcorn at the movies. It's just special, and therefor exciting.

For more impractical and wonderful look at this and this.

For those of you wondering, these pictures are from Tom's and my time apart this past Thanksgiving. Our good-nights.

I had just been given Babe - a long-lost inheritance from my aunt - and Tom is never long in bed without scrambling around for Douglas.

For more impractical see our stuffed animal collection.

Tom will be working past midnight tonight. And I will probably stay up doing dishes and tidying up and not being able to sleep without Tom anyway.

I am so excited about tomorrow: church brunch and the my fruit platter I'm dying to bust into; a joyful Easter service with people I love; a scrubbed-clean apartment with lots of good light and a pink-blossoming apple branch centerpiece in the kitchen.

And everything else will be perfect, per usual: Tom, Lane, food, games... happiness.

Happy Easter. Jesus is risen.