I started writing this post over an hour ago, slurping my coffee and wondering when in the world my kids were going to wake up so we could “get on with it.”
After staying up late to watch some hoops my alarm went off a little before 6 so I could hide the Easter eggs. In my family we’ve always hidden the real things — none of that plastic stuff, thank you very much — and I didn’t want to put them out too early. I was sure I would wake everyone up with my crackling ankles and knees as I tiptoed down the stairs, or by the eggs rattling around in the bowl.
Twenty-two eggs and 2 baskets later, T-Rex shook his head in amazement, marveling at how Easter Bunny had managed to find some cool new hiding spots. “I didn’t even hear him make one hop!” he told me. That comment alone made the morning worth it.