Easter Flashback

So, once again, the family gathered a couple of times to celebrate Easter. After a morning church service, there was a champagne brunch, a gap of several hours, then a regrouping at my in-laws place up in Lynnwood.
Now, I’m at a stage where the kids are way beyond baskets but too young for grandkids. Most are 20-somethings, either early in their career or in the final stages of the college thing.
But my sister-in-law, Bev (with help from Bro-in-law, Bruce) had cooked up some Easter fun for the young end of our family tree: an Easter Egg Hunt!
No coaxing was needed. Each was handed a plastic grocery bag and when the word “Go” was pronounced, they scattered like crazy through the house. They were laughing, crawling around, trying to find plastic eggs that contained a piece of paper naming a prize, or cash.
The comments ranged from “That was fun!” to “I can’t remember the last time I did that!” And, of course, being this age, it’s not unusual to find a slip of paper good for one beer.
Yes, it’s been years since they prowled the backyard with unsteady legs, carrying a basket and trying to find those eggs. But for a brief while, the kids all got to flash back to those Easters of many years ago.
And so did their parents.