It's Easter Sunday morning. Later this morning I will drive from the farm to the Twin Cities to spend the afternoon with my mom, our kids, siblings, nieces & nephews. However, before that happens I'll spend a couple of hours with Farmer Bill laying out the ground where he's planting blueberries tomorrow. And Farmer Bill will stay behind and finish the job; he's got help coming to plant tomorrow and he doesn't want them standing around idle while he does the laying out.
This is how most of our holidays go. Neither of us is particularly religious -- holidays are just an occasion to visit with family and/or friends that we don't get to see often. But holidays that happen between April 1 and December 1 are just squeezed in between the farm work.
Bill could, of course, come along later to have dinner and hang out. But the deal we made before we were married still holds: he doesn't have to attend my family gatherings and I don't have to attend his. It's worked pretty well for us over the years -- except when the kids were little and we both needed/wanted to be there to care for them. Then I spent long interminable weekends with his family and he spent the occasional 3-hour stint with mine. Not that I'm bitter or anything...
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