We’re at that horrible point of moving where all your clothes are packed except for the really dirty ones you already wore the last two days. Plus both houses are in total chaos. And somehow, the broom is at one house and the dustpan at the other. Or the drill is at one house but the drill bits at the other.
But it’s also wonderful. This new house is our dream come true. The neighbors have all been super friendly and welcoming, including bringing us delicious food. And the kids are having a wonderful time with all the new extra space both inside and outside in the big, weedy, overgrown yard.
We’ve been going a hundred miles an hour all day every day for the whole week, and it was tempting to do the same today. But Wendy talked to me about it this yesterday and said that she sincerely wanted us to relax a bit, to enjoy the new home (as disorganized as it is), to watch some of conference, and to honor our Easter traditions.
We still had some must-do items on our long list of things to do. I had to patch the outside fence so that our dog doesn’t escape, and we had to clean some shelves and install a dog door. But we still spent most of the day enjoying life instead of working nonstop.
We slept in, took some naps, played some games, and ate way too much candy. We also had our special Easter dinner. We call it our “Jerusalem” dinner, and for a while it was actually our Christmas tradition. But Christmas was already so busy and jam-packed with traditions that it’s been a lot nicer to move it to the relatively calm Easter holiday.
Every Easter Sunday, we set a special dinner out on the family room floor and sit or lie down around the food. We try to make foods that are kind of Mediterranean, but we don’t get too strict about that. For example, we have Fig Newtons instead of figs. Because who wants to eat figs? Gross.
This year we had pita bread, cheese, cucumbers, humus, pilaf, couscous, beef broiled in balsamic vinegar and onions, and sparkling apple juice as a “wine” substitute. It was delicious.
And the best part? Wait for it...no utensils allowed. We have to eat everything with just our fingers. Plus we can only use our right hands. No left hands allowed! You can imagine the mess it makes trying to lie on your side and eat couscous with your fingers! But that’s really the fun of it all.
I think today was the first day that we felt completely at home in the new house. It was right when we’d gathered around the delicious meal and started eating with our hands that I realized this really was our home. And I’m grateful that we took time out to honor that fun tradition instead of working more on unpacking or painting.
Tonight we gathered in a circle for evening prayer and dedicated our home to God and to the life that we hope to build here. We prayed that in this home we’d live a life together that was active, healthy, hard-working, and spiritual. But we also prayed that we’d always take time out to have fun and enjoy one another’s company. And that’s the part I’m looking forward to the most!