In the past I have not been a fan of holidays. There is too much work trying to be who my family wants me to be. Since I've always had a job, until recently, I always made the choice to work, if that was possible. It was win-win: no uncomfortable celebrations and usually holiday pay.

I did spend last Thanksgiving with C and his family, but that was the first time I met most of them. I was nervous, but did have a good time. For Christmas, there was a nice little blizzard that kept me in town. C and I had been planning to go to his parents home in rural North Dakota, but travel wasn't a wise idea.

We did make the treck out there for Easter. The last time I saw his parents was when his dad was in the hospital. This was better circumstances. C's sister has been inviting us over for dinner every couple weeks, so we've been bonding as well.

The day was wonderful. It was a 90 minute drive, which C and I spent talking and singing along with the radio. Upon arriving at his parents home, we decided to drive out to his brother's farm just outside of town. C wanted to show me his family's tractor collection and give me a tour of the countryside. We walked around the farm looking in the barns, at the cattle and horses. It felt so nice to be in the quiet with nothing to do but bond further.

That was followed by lunch at his parent's house and planting Easter eggs around the yard for his 2 year old nephew to find. We stayed until early evening before heading back home.

I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day.