Easter morning is just plain fun. Who wouldn't like looking for candy filled Easter Eggs and filling a basket with treats? The tradition of the hunt is often more enjoyable than the spoils themselves. The search for Easter baskets is a particular highlight in our family as it not only holds the obligatory marshmallow Easter bunny in it, but a special surprise picked out for each child. While the kids proved to be good seekers this year, the parents did not fare so well.
After the candy was collected and breakfast was eaten, we loaded everyone in the van for 9:00 a.m. church. It was then we noticed one of our little chickies was not with us. We searched the house, the backyard, and even began walking through the neighborhood. Five minutes is my limit. After five I begin to worry. Ten minutes is my breaking point. Thankfully not too far into the ten minutes Ryan found our little Easter surprise hidden in the laundry room. Hadley had climbed into the dirty clothes hamper and piled clothes over the top of herself. How Ryan thought to look there was a definite Easter Miracle.
Perhaps hiding things on Easter is not such a great tradition after all.
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