Easter is my second favorite holiday. I'm not ready for it to be over. There are some parts of it I find weird or not that fun (dyeing eggs, for instance - messy and smelly and showcasing my uncreativeness). There are other aspects I don't think I'll ever get over - I love the bright, happy colors, eating a different sort of meal with the family, and my absolute favorite part of Easter - the egg hunt.
I know, I know - I'm 23 years old. I shouldn't love egg hunts as much as I do. As David says, Heathers are particularly good finders - other than that, I can't really explain why I love it so much. We have our first hunt of Easter at Steve and Debbi's - they hide the goods while the "kids" (26, 23, 22, 22?, and 16, respectively) wait in the basement. Each egg has a dollar - sometimes, they hide larger eggs with two dollars. And we all compare at the end to see who got the most. This year, Nicole cleaned up, but I got the last elusive egg (which is really all that matters, right?). Then I stopped at the store on the way home last night (and felt really guilty for doing so - I don't want to encourage stores to stay open on Easter! - but it was an emereggcy) to stock up for my egg hunt with David. Instead of dollars, we put love notes in them (he doesn't want to spend our money getting me all glittered up for Easter). He'll have to think up quite a few reasons why he loves me this year - I got 48 eggs.
I'm sure lots of people get that sad sort of feeling when Christmas is all over and you have to pack up the wrapping paper and take down the lights. I'm not so sure many feel that way about Easter. In the meantime, I'm thinking up ways to integrate egg hunts into the rest of the holidays. Maybe I'll hide the fireworks over the 4th.
