The First Easter

Our first Easter in the USA was on 2005. I had emotions because it was our first Easter away from home, first time when I had to prepare everything by myself, and I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted my husband and my child to feel the same cozy warm Easter like my mom used to do for us. It was the first time when I prepared sponge cake. I was so stressed because I knew that it is the hardest sweet to bake.

We have bought the eggs and egg paint, and there we are at our first Easter. I fell like everything around me was moving, even my body, but I was somewhere else, I was flying somewhere in the air. I could not control my feelings. We have found a small Romanian Crestin Orthodox Church where we met father Calciu. We followed the service from outside, from the street. It was too crowed to get inside the church. Lucky us, a police car saw us and stand there and closed a line from the street for us. After service, we went home, -------some eggs, and went to bed.

Primul PASTE petrecut in SUA,  a fost  in 2005. Parca totul se p etrecea in jurul meu fara ca eu sa fiu implicate. Eram atat de emationata, era primul paste petrecut departe de casa. Era primul paste care il pregateam eu. Era primul paste in care faceam cozonac. Era primul din multe puncte de vedere. Vroiam sa fiu la inaltimea asteptarilor familie, vroiam sa fiu la fel ca mama, sa fie totul perfect!  Nu va zic cemotii am avut la cozonaci, stiam de acasa ca sa faci cozonac, este cea mai grea prjitura. Gasisem si vopsea de oua, asa ca ne-am pus pe treaba, noi trei. Au iesit si cozonacii bine, si ouale, si mancarea. Aveam sentimentul ca o parte din mine iese, se ridica deasupra noastra si urmareste miscarile noastre. Parca corpul mi se misca pe pamant, dar eu  plutem deasupra tuturor. Era un sentiment ciudat. Intre timp, gasisem o bisericuta romaneasca la care slujea parintele Calciu. Era o bisericuta mica la ceva distanta de Fairfax. Am asistat la slujba de afara, nu mai era loc inauntrul bisericii. Nici pe trotuar nu mai aveam loc, doar in strada. Politia venise acolo si inchisese o banda din sosea ca sa putem sta si asculta slujba. Dupa slujba am venit acasa, am ciocnit oua, si ne-am culcat. Aici este un link despre aceasta bisericuta si despre parintele Calciu: http://www.sfantacruce.org/index.php?lang=ro&p=parohie