We had a lovely and simple celebration on Sunday with my parents joining us for the day. It was cold, but spring none the less. (Gray sky and cold winds be darned.)
I took every aspect of our celebration down a notch this year, from fancy clothes to dying eggs to the gifts in their baskets.
In fact this year there was nothing handmade at all brought by the spring bunny. Nada.
As I said on Saturday, there are days where you decide that enough is enough.
Instead of crafty goods the bunny brought a bird feeder, bag of seed, and garden tool for each child along with the flower seeds that they receive each year.
And - of course - the kids were as tickled as ever. It seems like whatever is given is met with grace, enthusiasm and gratitude. Because it's about the magic, not what they receive.
And to be honest, there was relief for me in toning things down.
In having a holiday that wasn't picture-perfect. (Heck, Lupine even talked me into a bag of plastic eggs at the thrift store, so those were mixed in with our wool and paper mache homemade varieties.)
Because why not? I find no joy in perfection (especially the journey to it) so why not chill out a little?
Indeed. The magic was alive, but not the hustle and worry and business. (As Lupine's face will attest in the photograph above just after the "Wish Bunny" was found.)
Don't get me wrong. I still value craftiness. But I think it's important to know when enough is enough.
Because there in lies balance - and the joy - of a perfectly simple celebration.
