Reminiscing

I was just thinking yesterday about how Easter once mattered to me. It wasn't in a religious sense, but Easter always was a day where you'd get excited as a kid because you'd get pounds of chocolate and other junk food. Then it became more of a celebration of new life and the arrival of spring. It was a long weekend and I and other family members would get together and celebrate the end of winter. But the last few years I've worked on at least one of the days and it has been cold. Bitterly cold this year with snowbanks still on the ground. This year I kept forgetting it was once one of my favourite holidays of the year. One where it was time to grab the glove and go play ball with my four day weekend. I can blame it on the weather, I can blame it on work, I can blame it on being too old to care about mounds of chocolate. In the end, it's up to me to make the most of the situation. The finger's pointing at me. But damnit, if only there were no snow. If only I still had my glove that I could go play catch with someone with...