Our extended family’s annual Easter egg hunt brings out the kid in each of us. Yesterday my father-in-law spent over two hours stuffing eggs with dollar bills and candy—a labor of love. And today the kids—even the teenagers and night-owl college kids—woke up early to discover Easter baskets and help make brunch prior to The Hunt.
Aunts and uncles dispersed the eggs around the yard before the countdown began. Cousins told stories of antics that occurred during our past hunts. On the sound of “GO,” five kids charged to collect as many eggs as possible while two sets of grandparents cheered them on. Around 250 eggs were collected in about five minutes, but the spirit of The Hunt lingered for hours.
Sunday Journal Prompt
What traditions evoke the spirit of youth for you?
