Late last night, long after the kids had been tucked up snugly in their beds, my husband and I found ourselves draped across the couch, drifting lazily off to sleep as the last few credits of the movie we had been watching trailed slowly off the screen.
“We should go to bed,” I mumbled, sinking deeper into the couch. “The kids will be up early tomorrow to hunt for eggs…” I paused, something niggling at the back of my brain. I blinked thoughtfully and rubbed my eyes. Then it clicked.
“THE EGGS!” I exclaimed, jumping excitedly off the couch. “I need to hide the eggs!!!”
Dennis’ head, which had be resting on my shoulder, dropped awkwardly onto the couch. He groaned.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!” I squealed, as I skipped across the room to grab my basket of eggs. “This is my absolute favourite thing in the world!!”
“I thought I was your favourite,” Dennis said hopefully from under a cushion. I grinned, then scooped up a handful of eggs and dashed across the room.
I spent the next fifteen minutes frantically hiding deliciously wrapped eggs, all the while being sent into fits of giddy delight by the overpowering smell of chocolate. When I was done I dragged Dennis off the couch and ushered him upstairs. There was one final thing to be done before bed.
The kids had each left an empty Easter basket outside their door in hopes of finding them filled with a surprise by morning. I tiptoed, breathlessly, toward the baskets and carefully placed something special in each one before darting ninja-style into the bathroom. Dennis peered curiously at me over his toothbrush.
“It’s done!” I whispered. “It’s going to be magical!”
And it was.
This morning the kids dragged us from bed before the sun was fully up, and began the egg hunt in earnest as Dennis and I shuffled sleepily downstairs, rubbing the remaining sleep from our eyes. It took the kids about as long to find the eggs as it did for me to hide them, which has already inspired me to up my game for next year.
The rest of the morning passed in a sugary haze, with the children buzzing from room to room riding out their chocolate high. As for me, last night’s excitement has left me glassy-eyed and a little punchy today, which would explain the coffee binge that currently has me plastered to the ceiling. It’s probably a good thing that Easter Egg hunts happen only once a year, because I’m not sure I have what it takes to handle this kind of excitement more often than that.
Happy Easter, Friends!