Tomorrow is Easter Sunday and like many of you, it will be the first time spent in isolation. All my life, I’ve had the big family gatherings, the “you have to be here, or else” the visiting three different households to make everyone happy- kind of gatherings. Lots of family, lots of food, lots of mess, lots of noise, and certainly, lots of love, every holiday. I have to say, that I’m feeling ashamed right about now. Why? Because there’s been many times before, I secretly wished I could just spend some special occasions (okay, most) in my home, away from everyone. The early years of stressing over the meltdowns you knew were coming when the extremely loud family members sang “Happy Birthday” or the loud laughs at the women’s table (catching up on gossip) sent Lillianne on a high shriek, ear piercing, time halting, under the table, everyone staring, at your child moment. There were many of those…

April 5th was the twins birthday, I finally had what I wished for, and it was SAD. We made the best of it, my husband made sure it was a special day, along with their big sister who sent crazy cool gifts via Amazon.com. However, It was missing the best part, the love of grandma, siblings and all the aunties, cousins, kids running around, the mess, the noise, the clean-up, the can’t wait till we see each other again and repeat this on Mother’s Day kind of feel.