Easter almost didn’t happen this year 🐰🌸

 Easter almost didn’t happen this year 🐰🌸

Not because people didn’t care… but because life gets complicated. People get tired. Traditions quietly fade if no one holds onto them 💭

And someone said something that really stayed with me:

“If we don’t do this now… it won’t happen anymore.” 💔

And it’s true.

Growing up in Canada, Easter always felt like something everyone shared—whether for faith, family, or just the feeling of spring 🌷🐣 But things have changed so much over the years. Places like Surrey feel very different now, with so many cultures and traditions blending together 🌏✨

Last year, I remember feeling confused… I was saying “Happy Easter 🐰” and not really hearing it back. It felt like something familiar had quietly shifted.

But this year, in Vancouver, I said it again—and people smiled and said it back 💛
“Happy Easter” 🐰🌸
And just like that… something felt a little bit like before.

We sat around the table, a mix of old beliefs, new perspectives, and years of shared history 🏡

Somewhere between dinner and dessert, Monty Python came up—and for a moment, I could feel the conversation drifting into deeper, more sensitive territory…

So I said, “Oh, I remember the rabbit!” 🐇🤣

And just like that… laughter.

We didn’t debate. We didn’t divide. We just remembered something ridiculous and shared a moment 😂

It made me realize something:

Sometimes it’s not about agreeing on everything.
It’s about finding the small, human moments that keep us connected 🤝✨

Because one day, these gatherings might stop…
Not dramatically—just quietly.

And the things we’ll remember most won’t be the disagreements…
It’ll be the laughter, the stories, and yes—even the killer rabbit 🐇💫

Grateful this one happened ❤️❤️