easter's not a big holiday in my world. as far as i'm concerned, i told my mother, the three major holidays worth celebrating are thanksgiving, christmas and my birthday. none of my kids have sweet tooths, chocolate i can take or leave. hard boiled eggs, even the shells, skeeve me out. baby bunnies and chicks grow into noisy roosters and randy rabbits who park themselves outside the window just to taunt buddy.
so it's an ideal holiday to spend in a soup kitchen. as part of his mission to Make the World a Better Place, Beloved helps run the holiday soup kitchen run by hands-on hartford (formerly center city churches manna ministry). there aren't too many soup kitchens open on holidays, and while at thanksgiving and christmas, volunteers come crawling out of the woodwork, everyone seems to forget about easter.
so i figured it was my turn and dragged meg and libby along for good measure. they served drinks. Beloved told everyone what to do. i waited on tables, scrubbed fruit and floors, and smiled to hear the latinos make poetry of my name.
i think it was one of the best easters ever.