Easter is quickly becoming our holiday. The holiday we spend at home. The holiday we don't travel.
I feel like we spend so many holidays driving to St. Louis, rushing here, rushing there, eating huge meals upon huge meals, and staying up too late. Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays, graduations, anniversaries, and St. Pat's. It's great to see everyone, but just because we don't live there doesn't mean we want to constantly go home. I love that we're establishing our own traditions, and our own time.
When we have a bigger house (or really, just a formal dining room), we'd love to host Easter - whether it be for friends or family. But right now? I'm enjoying that distinct lack of 2 three hour drives.
So what did we do? We went to mass, we did laundry, we walked the dog, and we cooked dinner.
Pretty relaxing holiday, if you ask me.