Holidays are always an interesting time in the life of a marriage. Generally we spend these days with our families which is pretty easy because on both sides our parents are still together, our siblings are fun and have wicked cute kids, and we don’t have to travel very far. Plus we owe it to them because we’re both youngest children and we were spoiled during those high school years.

Traveling of any kind, even if short distances, can do a number on a relationship. Our road trips generally result in last minute angst because Matt usually forgets his sunglasses, and I need to stop at Dunkin Donuts for an iced coffee even though we don’t have time. Stopping for the coffee will, of course, mean that we’ll need to stop 45 minutes later for me to pee, and that need usually arises somewhere in the middle of the George Washington Bridge. In traffic. During rush hour.

We had some friends in Philly, Courtney and Chad, who had once mentioned they were going to spend Christmas alone instead of with their families. I became acutely jealous thinking that would be wonderful, romantic, and memory-building - creating our own traditions for our own little family. So that’s exactly what I intended for our first Easter alone. I had pictured us coming home from church in our cute little Easter-wear, pulling a small ham out of the oven and sitting at the dining room table covered in lilies and stuffing our faces with decorated hard-boiled eggs.

However, on Saturday night we made the mistake of having our friend Peter over which meant making music until 1:30 in the morning. Poor downstairs neighbors.

No lilies, no ham, no chocolate bunnies… instead we hit Bertuccis for a quick lunch and went home to sleep until 6pm. When dinnertime rolled around we raided the kitchen and wound up eating bread and butter in front of Oprah’s Big Give, and then called it a night.

I don’t know about Matt, but it actually kinda rocked my socks off.

And by the way, today’s his birthday. What do you want to do to celebrate, baby? We’ve still got the rest of that rye loaf!

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