You had all searched for eggs, top to bottom, at the beach house.
Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nada.
No eggs to be found anywhere.
Grammy said “the Easter bunny told me he definitely left eggs behind.”
Jack said: “The Easter bunny didn’t come because you don’t have any kids.”
There was no place left to look, nowhere else to go… except for outside, which is exactly what did. There before you was a vast beach, sand and white sea shells all around. And no eggs in sight.
All of you – except for Ben – started making your way toward the water. Ben kept studying the scene, trying to figure it out. He kicked over one of the white shells, and there was a red Easter egg buried in the sand, hidden by the shell.
“Hey guys,” he shouted, “they’re up here.”
You ran up toward the sea wall and soon a full scale frantic Easter egg hunt was in process. Under nearly 100 white sea shells – we counted them later – were brightly colored eggs, each one containing money and candy. You took your blue and white bags and began filling them up with the holiday treats.
Soon the hunt was over and everyone was back in the beach house, munching on chocolate, counting money and dreaming of what to buy with your gift cards from Grammy and I.
It was a memorable Easter, the first one we’ve ever had at the beach house, and the first time we’ve ever had an egg hunt outside. Cool, fun, different! Goodbye giant Waterloo house in Dover… hello vast beach sand along the Atlantic ocean!
