Here Comes Peter Cottontail

Just returned from a fabulous trip to see the grandtoddler and his parents.  Anyone who is a grandparent knows the joy/love/excitement/non-stop fun that visit brings.  And it's welcomed!!  I would love to see him every day, but right now, that's not possible.  We're just thankful for Delta.  Direct flights 4 times a day from our town to their's.  Works out wonderfully.  One of the activities we enjoyed while we were visiting was an Easter egg hunt.  All the children were gathered together and told that the 5 and under group would have a head start.  Enjoy it, Sweetie Pie.  All too soon you'll be waiting with the other older kids.  All the kids were in their "start" positions, waiting to hear the whistle blow.  The large yard was covered with eggs.  The woods at the edge of the yard was covered with eggs.  The raised beds were covered with eggs.  The whistle blew and the little ones scrambled onto the grass with their baskets, buckets and bags.  A few inches into the yard, they were picking up eggs as quickly as they could.  But not Sweetie Pie.  Sweetie Pie ran as fast as he could across the entire yard and into the woods to retrieve a pink egg.  These days, his favorite colors are pink and purple.  Throughout the entire hunt, he would only pick up the pink eggs he came across.  Like most toddlers, he has distinct preferences.  I don't remember being a toddler, but I do remember attending an Easter egg hunt when I was in kindergarten.  It was magical.  The eggs weren't spread across a yard as they are these days.  They were really hidden and we had to look hard for them.  I remember the excitement I felt as I found a few eggs.  And, by the way, the eggs were real eggs, not plastic.  There was a special egg that was gold.  If you were lucky enough to find that egg, you won a huge Easter basket full of Easter treats.  I'm sure the parent of the winner was thrilled to see more candy coming into the house.  We held Easter egg hunts for our kids as they were growing up, but one memorable hunt was when the kids were adults.  My sister and her family were visiting and we decided to have an egg hunt for our kids.  Early in the day, we hid the eggs and after lunch, we announced it was time for the Easter egg hunt.  Oh my gosh, the groans and whines and eye rolling was unbelievable, until we announced there was a 20 dollar bill hidden inside a plastic egg!  They almost tore down the front door in an effort to get outside.  That was a fun hunt.  I don't remember the winner, but I'll always remember the event.  Easter is Sunday.  I hope this day offers you hope, renewal, and new life.