is a wonderful thing. We did an inside easter egg hunt, and then because the weather was ok, an outside hunt (it's amazing how far 2 dozen eggs go when you can double-team the baby and re-hide!)
Her sense of amazement at the idea of colored eggs outside ("Blue egg!"), her determination in finding them ("Hmmmm"), and the joy when one was spotted ("I find! I find!") made me remember, or at least gave me a glimpse, of a more innocent time of my own life.
I remember a friends of the family that would come and watch us when my parents went away on business. They were Bill and Sigthora. Bill would take us to the park, and we'd go on a treasure hunt. We'd be searching for coins, of course, rather than eggs, and we always fell for Bill's trick of leaving a trail. He'd be walking behind us, urging us on, and we could go around the same rock twice, marveling how we missed those pennies the first time around. The same trick works with easter-eggs and trees, it turns out. Thanks Bill. I haven't thought about you in a while, and you've left me some wonderful memories.
In modern fashion, I've recorded some of Alexandra's first easter egg hunt. But as I'm a lousy video dad, I forgot to charge the battery, so it's only a part. She'll have to have her own memory trigger someday, just like I did today.