In the five years since my mom died, Easter has been one of the hardest holidays. It was her favorite; we’d get together and she’d cook up a storm and generally go all-out. For whatever reason, we just haven’t tried to adapt any Easter celebrations since she’s been gone. But not doing something just made the day feel wrong.

So this year I made reservations for brunch, decorated decorated five dozen cookies, and even baked pre-brunch hot cross buns. I ate crab Benedict and delivered sugar to friends and family and wore a new Easter “dress” (shirt). And it really worked! The day felt special.

It isn’t lost on me that I made the day feel celebratory by…cooking up a storm. I’m sure my mom would approve.