This year we have a very special Easter planned.
It involves plane tickets, passports and Oh My God I just can’t keep it a surprise any longer! We’re off to New Zealand!!
Can you tell from my overuse of punctuation that I’m a tad excited?!
In less than a week we’ll pack up and cross the ditch to spend Easter with the whanau – Dave’s side of the family.
For me, Easter is synonymous with family.
Everyone usually converges on Mum and Dad’s house for a day filled with good food and good chat.
Mum will spend the majority of her time in the kitchen cooking her famous roast while the kids get under her feet begging Grandma for ‘summat nice to eat’ from the pantry.
Dad will be chilling in his favourite chair in the lounge room as he entertains us with one good yarn after the other. Meanwhile, us ‘kids’ and our other halves will attempt to catch up on goss while four little ones under four run around us like lunatics. It’s a fun time and an easy time, and time that I always look forward to.
While Dave’s mum now lives in Australia and my family has adopted Dave as one of their own, I know that at certain times of the year, those special times like Christenings, birthdays, Easter and Christmas, he longs to have his brother and his brother’s young family close. I know that every once and a while he would like to share special moments with his own blood and not have every family celebration focused around my family.
There is a whole bunch of rellies over on the land of the long white cloud that we rarely see which is sad, but unfortunately it is just the way it is.
While Dave returned a couple of years ago for a flying visit, I have not been back for quite some time. The last time I visited was to celebrate my first nephew’s birth. He is turning seven this year.
So, this trip is a little overdue and a lot exciting.
It’s all Miss Three and I can talk about at the moment actually.
Miss Three has spent most of the last month chatting about going on a plane, riding a horse, chasing her cousins around, and seeing a Kiwi bird hatch out of an egg!
Meanwhile, I constantly find myself daydreaming about lazing in a hot spring with a glass of champas in my hand while I overlook Lake Tekapo. (Don’t worry, I realise this is very unlikely to occur with two little munchkins running around. A girl can dream though).
And while Dave generally keeps his emotions to himself, I know he is bloody excited.
I can picture him now sitting back with his brother chatting into the night.
‘What did you two talk about?’ I will ask him afterwards.
‘Nothing,’ he will shrug.
He might act like it’s no big deal, but we both know it is. This time with his brother, sister-in-law, nephews and cousins is what he needs to reconnect, to fill an emptiness, to bond.
I promise you the full report when we return.
How do you usually spend your Easter? Do you have family living away?
Linking up today with Zanni for Sunshine Sunday writing to the prompt – Easter.
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