Easter.

Yesterday was Adrian's second Easter, the first where he was conscious enough to know what was going on. I think he had a pretty decent day. Mom and I took him to church in the morning, my grandmother's Baptist church that is now primarliy black. Call it racial profiling, but I truly expected a more energetic bunch. Whenever you see "black churches" on tv, people are singing and dancing and really getting into it. Not so at this church. Still, it was more animated than the old one, and that I appreciated.

Adrian was an absolute angel while we were there, sitting quitely for an hour and a half. I was shocked. I did let him get up for a bit and chase this little girl around. At one point he went up to where the reverend was and just stared up at him, this guy reminded me of the guy from The Green Mile and Adrian just looked so tiny next to him.

In a shocking twist, we ended up having Aunt Becky over for Easter dinner. She cried when my mom invited her, probably because she knows she's a bitch. The layers of my family are just too complex for me to understand sometimes, all the hate mixed with all the love, it's a headache.

I did decide yeaterday, though, that I think I may start taking my son to church. Probably one closer to my house. It's just a trial thing, I really don't know if it's for us or if I'll even like it, but I feel that I need spirituality in my life. Those crazy religious types may be onto something, saying they felt the call of God and all that good shit, because for some reason I feel the need to go. But did I mention when they preacher was preachin', I kept thinking about what it would be like to bang a man of God? How fucked up is that? That's just a side note though, that's not why I wanna go to church. I think going could actually help my marriage, even if Husband doesn't go. I could use a little morality.

Now to find which religion I am...Oh dear.