It’s become a tradition for me to host the main Easter meal at my place every year. I usually spend the entire day cooking and cleaning beforehand, but it’s always worth it when everyone arrives with their own dishes in hand and we all end up sitting in a circle, eating and drinking and being merry.
My dad asked how everything went (since he had been following along with my Instagram updates all day). He compared it to how my grandma has dozens of people over every year and cooks more food than all of those people could possibly eat.
“Someday, when you’re the grandma, you’ll do that too,” he said.
This might be one of those self-fulfilling prophecy deals.