Easter

Celebrating Easter in an apartment of adults isn't often exciting. I remember being little- Easter was an adventure. Our parents had an amazing talent. Not only could they think of the very best hiding places of all time, they could hide an entire Easter basket and literally completely forget where they'd put it. I can literally remember searching the house all Easter day, and then the next, and the next and never finding my basket. Months later, after it had been completely forgotten, someone would stumble across it while doing a deep clean of the boxes stacked in in the back of a seldom used closet full of old, discarded winter gear.

I remember after Andrew left home leaving me-the youngest- alone with my parents. Mom and Dad tried to convince me to go on an Easter Egg hunt. There was just something about that wasn't appealing. Perhaps the fact that I, a Junior in high school, would walk all over the house searching for boiled eggs and impossible to find baskets, followed only by the two people who had done the actual hiding.

Needless to say, it's been a while since I've participated in an Easter hunt. This year I decided to change that. I secretly went to the store and bought some candy. I hid it all over our living room the night before Easter. (since our apartment is about 600 square feet, Doug inevitably caught me in the act) The next morning I awoke to find that Doug had boiled and 'decorated' (with a marker) some eggs for me to find. We had a fun little hunt and, while I was tempted to hide a basket where Doug could only find it this July when we move, I do believe we even found everything that was hidden.