I thought it was only fitting that on Easter I’d talk about how the holidays can be a great source of inspiration. One of my favorites is Easter. What’s not to love about bright colors and lots and lots of chocolate! But when my friend Linda asked me to go to an Easter egg hunt I balked.
“I feel kind of dumb going. I’m not seven.”
She gave me a smile. “Exactly.”
“Okay, so why are we here?”
“Who says it’s just for kids in grade school. Don’t you love candy? And I know for a fact you’re addicted to chocolate.”
I was a notorious chocoholic. I swear I must have smudges on my face all the time they way my friends teased me. “Dugh.”
“Then this should be like Heaven.”
Once I realized there was such a thing as an adult Easter egg hunt, I was good to go. When the host blew the whistle my seven-year-old self ran to the far side of the yard and dug around a planting bed until I found an egg. My hand shot up, “Found one!”
No one paid me any attention---they took their hunting seriously. I sprang into action and found six more eggs. Felt great to watch my little Easter basket fill up with yummy goodies. But I was most proud of my major prize--- a chocolate bunny.
I met Linda on the back porch and we dug into our candy just like kids on Halloween.
Linda shoveled down a Reece’s peanut butter egg while I plowed through a handful of jellybeans. I gave her a smile. “Thanks for inviting me. I feel like a kid again. Like I can do anything.”
She wiped some chocolate off her chin. “Go for it!”
I pealed the foil away from my prize and bit off its head. Polishing off the chocolate, I gave Linda a mischievous grin. “I forgot how much fun it was to decapitate a bunny.”
Happy Holidays everyone!