Something was not what it seemed to be. The celebration of Epiphany happens after Christmas, though, not during Easter. It doesn't matter. The realizations of my life are still likened to flowers, eggs, open tombs. Something new is born, and it is a surprise.
Epiphanies bring understanding.
Labor Day used to be my favorite holiday. I looked forward to visiting the Andersons at their cottage and seeing all the rest of our family friends. I anticipated swimming in the Menominee, Jet-Skiing over to The Island, jumping off the rope swing. Every year there was food from the grill, brats, hotdogs, hamburgers. Barb's Rice Krispy treats, homemade pink lemonade.