I am a big Easter fan. I love the spirituality of the holiday. I love the colors, the tastes and the textures. Goodbye, snow! Hello, daffodils! I love little kids in matching Easter outfits walking to church. I love watching families having Easter egg hunts for their kids and grandkids. I love the hymns. I love Cadbury eggs. As you can see, this is a "happy day" for me.
We have always had Easter egg hunts at our home...whether in Japan, England, Germany or Smithfield. The E.B. always hides baskets of goodies for the morning and we also used to hunt for eggs at the same time. But now it's just the three of us and we wait for the "hunt" until after dinner. We now have defined responsibilities. I hide the eggs and Marci and Mike trash talk about who will find the most in the shortest amount of time. Mike even walked into Sunday School this morning, caught Marci's eye and started to stretch out in preparation for the big event. She had no idea what he was doing until he explained later. 
So here I am hiding eggs for two ADULTS and then I still have to give them hints about where to look because they start wearing out pretty fast. "I sure am TIRE-d" and "Isn't it nice that the LAWN is getting green again?" I still had to do little gestures and eye-glances to help them. Poor Mike cheated by starting before I said "GO!" and still only found 8 eggs compared with Marci's 16. It didn't help when he shoved the purple egg he found in the tailpipe of Marci's car too far up and had to break it to bits to remove it...but he still put it in his carton to be counted. 
Happy Easter!
2 comments:
You guys totally crack me up! I think it's official, Mike is never going to grow up.....stretching in Sunday School in preparation for the big competition?? Oh dear.
The picture at the top is why I love Mr. Mike!
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