H. When Easter comes around, in my family you always know there's going to be chocolate. Every Easter we would load up into our brown mini van and take off to Winnipeg, where most of our family lives. We would have a splendid lunch, eat tons of chocolate... Then the fun happens... All the kids would pile into a secluded room while the adults hid all the chocolate eggs. And then, we would hunt...
Present Day.
I don't remember graduating from the Easter egg hunt. But it seems like this year was different; us older kids didn't get to hunt. We were the hiders... It seemed weird not being able to rush into the room when the adults yelled 'GO!' and not being able to be the first to find your goodie bag. I guess that's what growing up feels like, the day you finally realize you're not a kid anymore. The good thing about it was being able to see the looks on the children's faces when they found were the chocolate was hiding. Pure joy as they laughed, standing on their tippy toes trying to reach the higher objects, or their giggles while they stretched to reach behind a piano. Pure joy!
Future.
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I am crying. Of course I would. Growing up changes our outlook at life, I'm so happy you could see the joy in their faces, and that you felt content in hiding the bags. I guess I never realized this transition that you went through this year. 0x0x0 MOM
ReplyDeleteLove the photo too!