I’m not totally sure we just had Easter weekend.  I mean, I know I had two extra days off, making it a long weekend with my children, but because I’m not religious, I’m not really sure what Easter is supposed to mean.  As far as I can tell, much like Halloween, it’s basically about candy.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but parenting can give you this vague sense that holidays are supposed to be more substantial or meaningful than just temporarily suspending sugar restrictions.  And my confusion reminded me that, like biting into that cheap Easter bunny, events that get built up, can often feel pretty hollow.