Easter—An Offering of Something Beautifully Simple

Howdy!
What’s on your mind?

I had this grandiose idea for an Easter present for you.
It was a silly thing I thought of a couple of months ago.
But—
in the best of intentions of simplicity.

The basis and all the incidentals—I did get.
But—

I’d been staring at them and walking by them after the attack came.
Put them all in the freezer a couple of days later.

And for the week after that Wednesday terror,
I was wishing I could join them in the freezer.

My thought will never get done in time. I knew.

So—
we pivot. Something?

I missed you while I was half gone.
Mis-gone?

I missed your beautiful smile.
And your commentary and instruction.
Your wisdom and direction.
And just—being in your presence.

How *mis-*everything is that?

I think…
I’m starting to relax.
That spring in my body is unwinding.

The huge tension knot in my neck and back—
getting smaller and smaller.

Where the hell in hell did that Wednesday even come from?

We’ll see how it goes
with some corrections we don’t know what to do.

The “Idea” of an Easter Egg

Colorful.
Playful.
Dancing with innocence.
Simplicity in meaning.

Heavenly in playfulness—
a child’s pursuit of discovery and wonder.

Pretty incredible for all young innocents to discover.
Meaningful and…
Timelessly important.
Or importantly timeless…

Absolutely both.

The magic of mystery and wonder—for a child.
A future presented
in a delicate
but common
package.

For us “Adults”?
Still magic.

In memories.
Emotions.
Celebrations.
And continuations of traditions.

Am I still a child?
To gift an egg—to someone important?
Even not a “Child”?

Maybe a child at heart?

Why not?
What joy I still have in living and gifting traditions.

My shell?
Protective.
Built up.
Life’s harsh lessons,
and life’s harsh realities.

Struggling to crack an old egg without breaking the yolk.
I’m just scrambled inside, like an egg shaken and stirred.

Just crack me in a pan and cook me.
EVOO, please.

Easy to color and decorate an old egg—
present it as a defensive shield.

But I choose
to present a fresh egg.

A suit, tie, trimmed hair, fresh shave—
with optimism for the future.

And a beautiful Lady to celebrate that newfound “Egg” of thought with.

And I mean a Beautiful Lady—
inside and out.

That has meaning.

If I can escort her,
I am honored every time.
Even just to the grocery store.

That’s how important you are.

That magic I felt.
A long, long time ago.

Honestly, innocently, timelessly important.

I am still that child.

That Easter Egg of childhood
has become a lesson of humility.

We know what that “Egg” can bring.
Both good and bad.

But this good—
is amazingly overwhelming.

You!
You are the heartbeat
for all this… emotion.

It’s Life we hope we live to the best.

What’s presented is a
Chocolate Easter Gnome Garden.

Simplistic.
But heartfelt.

What is Easter?

I hope it’s about renewal,
newfound hope,
and belief.

And celebrating those who are special—
a treasure in our personal lives.

I see a star in heaven.
Maybe mine.
It might be yours.

But it shines
brightly
with optimism.

I can only know peace when I see that—
and share it.

I hope you know:
you are a garden.
Always blossoming.
Always gifting my life
with beauty,
hope,
and inspiration.

Is that Easter?
Is that my Easter Egg?