Easter is a time for family, friends, dinner and hunting for eggs. For those of us who believe in the real meaning — the rising from the dead of our dear Jesus — family is gathered, a blessing on the meal is given, and dinner is served (in our case it was barbecue). Conversation abounded.
With full bellies, out to the yard we went. Conversation continued and dogs were played with.
Here’s the twist: My husband and I were called into the house to hunt Easter eggs! Our kids are 27 and 24 years old. Have you ever hunted for eggs in middle age? We totally recommend it. There were plastic eggs and animal head shapes, each filled with candy (sugar-free for dad), coin and paper money, and little ripped coupon notes — one home-cooked meal, one car wash, will move or lift heavy object.
Although we felt a bit awkward that no one else hunted (it was a surprise from our kids), my husband and I know they wanted to create something special for us.
We love you Cole and Seth, from your surprised parents.
Rick and Mickey Woodward