The Hunt

First thing this morning, Skylar’s boyfriend, who lives in NC, knocked on the front door. But we are all thrilled at their relatively stress free long distance high school romance. Then I took the three grands to dental appointments with Sky’s friends in tow. Their parents took advantage of the quiet time to work on their college papers. My youngest granddaughter had asked if we could have our annual Easter egg hunt even though I am at her aunt’s house. It is usually in my garden, pre-snake season. How could I say no? COVID cancelled last year’s event and they were all devastated. Once everyone arrived, they ate lunch while I slipped outside unnoticed so no one watched me hide. We found 59 of the 60 plastic candy/money/toy filled eggs. Sky’s friend found the golden egg accidentally when she brushed against its windsock hiding place. Even the adults tried to find that last one and I thought I’d hidden them out in the open. I guess we are all kids at heart no matter our age. We’ll probably hunt eggs till I’m too old to hide them. Just like I still fill a Christmas stocking for my grown children, their spouses and children. They much prefer what’s in their stocking to their main gifts. Sky had to work right after the hunt. I crashed in the recliner till time to make dinner. Plan to read later in the evening. Keep those kids innocent as long as possible. Entering adulthood is scary enough when they become of age. Thanks for the visits, stars and comments.