They're the ones who get to hide AND look for the eggs. This rogue egg turns up in July, when you realize that the smell of sulfur coming from the basement isn't because someone set off a firecracker. And it wasn't the dog. Being Christian, Easter has special significance for me. Even beyond the obvious religious connotations, there is a certain hope that comes with this time of year.
Life is good.
My plants are beginning to bloom, my yard is turning green. My dog is in heat. And so, while millions will celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, I will also be celebrating a personal resurrection. Even those who do not share my faith can still understand the concept. A rebirth, with new life and renewed hopes.