|My English Mama and Papa|
|The Anderson's! (Jr. and Sr. Haha!)|
I woke up before Tasha and Carl in order to sneak into the laundry room and put together an Easter basket full of goodies for the two of them to share. For a good 15 minutes the floor was covered in Cadbury caramel eggs, tissue paper grass and ribbon, but I had a ball! I absolutely love making gift baskets for my friends and family. It makes me feel good to know that something I've done will make another person smile. The entire time I primped their basket and fiddled with the position of Caramel eggs (seriously, I messed around with them for a good 5 minutes before I was content. My OCD kicked in BIG time, folks!) I couldn't help but laugh at myself and imagine what I'll be like the night before big holidays with my children someday. I know for a fact I'll be one of those Mom's up at 2am hiding 80 billion Easter eggs around the house awaiting the excitement of the kids in the morning. Or up til the wee hours cutting out tiny green footprints in order to create Leprechaun trails for St. Patrick's Day. And devote the entire month if December to The Elf on the Shelf in anticipation for Christmas day. I just can't wait to celebrate and embark on all kinds of holiday fuelled adventures and although I don't yet have children of my own, it was nice to share a tiny bit of that excitement with Carl and Tasha. I also think that's a large part of why I love incorporating the holidays into my teaching. Children are just so adventurous and imaginative. It's great and I appreciate that so much. So thanks, Tasha and Carl for taking part in my Easter bunny fun :)I began the cooking soon after the Easter basket fiasco, and by 2pm Mama Lynne, Papa Garry, and Nana had arrived to enjoy the day with us. For dinner we enjoyed honey glazed ham and roasted lemon and thyme chicken (Carl's favorite). Of course there were the traditional English accompaniments. We had roast potatoes, roasted carrots and turnips, Yorkshire puddings, gravy... the lot. And ya know what? It was pretty damn delicious, if I do say so myself! I was too busy scrambling around the kitchen in a mad frenzie to get all the fixins to the hungry eaters, so I'm afraid there aren't any pictures of my masterpiece meal. Boo! I did, however, find time to snap a few pictures of the dessert. I made my first strawberry/raspberry trifle (filled with yummy cake, homemade vanilla bean pudding, and fresh whipped cream). I was tickled pink that it turned out so well! I even said to hell with the diet for a day, and went in for seconds! Haha! Philippe Mario (our gingerbread mascot) dug right in too!
After dinner, dessert and cups of tea, we embarked on a game that offered laughs for about a half an hour until we all became bored and decided we'd had enough. Ha. The game was simple: each person had the name of a famous person written on a Post-It that was stuck to their forehead. They had to decipher their person within 20 guesses by asking only yes or no questions. It's a drinking game Carl and I play with our good friends The Rooney's on date nights, and I think for the first time today the hubs and I realized the reason it's been so hilarious on those nights was primarily because it's been fuelled by lots of alcohol. Haha! Don't get me wrong, it was still fun playing it sober, but I've come to the conclusion those belly laughs where one cries with laughter are largely in relation to the shots taken when one fails to guess the correct name on their Post-It note. Nevertheless, it was good while it lasted, and it was worth the time invested just to see Papa Garry attempt to guess he had Shakira (or Shareeka as he kept calling her) on his Post-It note (I'm convinced he has Dementia because he literally forgot the answer to his previous question 2 seconds after asking them). Or Carl sarcastically posing with a 'sexy face' completely oblivious to the fact he had Kim Kardashian written on his forehead. Haaaha!
It was such a lovely day filled with lots of memory making, and I am so appreciative that I have been blessed with such wonderful people in my life. Without them I'd feel so empty.
I'm glad that Tasha's last day was one filled with good food, good company and lots of laughs. Although I'm sad as I look over and watch her strategically pack her bulging suitcases (filled with what is a mostly mine and Carl's crap as she's so kindly offered to bring some back with her haha), I am trying to remain positive. I refuse to cry tomorrow when I hug her and wave goodbye at the airport. Just as I refused to get sad today as I sat on the couch and laughed with my English family while thinking 'this is the last Easter I'll celebrate in England.' Because I've come to the conclusion that getting sad and dwelling on negativity isn't healthy and won't do a damn bit of good. There's just no point, and I simply refuse to do it. Instead, I'm going to reflect on and appreciate the good times and the good memories with those I love. Instead, I'm going to look forward to the new adventures in the future. Instead, I'm going to laugh when before I would have cried.
I'm no longer saying goodbyes. From now on, it's only see-you-laters.
Thanks for reading, guys!
Take good care and, wherever you are, enjoy your Easter!