When I was little, I lived on the same street as my aunt Alene and my grandma. Every year for Easter my aunt would do elaborate easter egg hunts for my two sisters and I.
She would leave something on the front porch or in the front yard with each of our names on it and a clue to the next egg. And each egg would have money or candy in it and a clue to get to the next egg. At the end there would be a big basket with toys and candy and all kinds of great stuff.
When my two sisters were getting a little older, but I was still a kid, my aunt got married and moved out of town. She didn’t move far, just not down the street anymore. That year I was really excited for easter and the hunt my aunt was going to do for us, but it didn’t happen. She didn’t do another one for us after she moved.
The egg hunts had been so much fun for me as a kid and had been meaningful to me as I grew older. One time as an adult I had even told my aunt how disappointed I was when she stopped doing them.
This Easter my family was doing lunch at Aunt Alene’s. On the way there I was telling Lydia how much the egg hunts had meant to me, and mentioned it to my Aunt when I got to her house.
After the egg hunt for the kids and visiting for a while, some hands appeared from behind me and wrapped an apron around me. Then bunny ears on my head. Then my aunt said “go outside Josiah, your first clue is on the porch.”
I went outside and there was a blue egg shaped like a bunny that had several jelly beans, a dollar bill and a piece of paper in it. The paper told me to find another egg and where it was hidden. Suddenly I was on an adventure around my aunt’s front yard skipping around cars in the driveway and doing ballerina twirls in the middle of the street.
I had to find the biggest weed and dig through ivy. I had to hop around the van then skip around the car. I found a garage door opener and had to dig through old furniture. It all ended digging behind a huge bush to find an awesome easter basket that my aunt had made. Over all I got about 10-12 clues, $4 in cash, $4.51 in change, a bunch of jelly beans and an awesome basket full of stuff.
At first I thought she had thrown something together after I mentioned the ones she used to do when I was a kid. But after the second clue it was obvious that she had been planning this for at least a few days if not a couple weeks.
It’s nice to know that someone loves you. That someone took the time to arrange a scavenger hunt for a 26 year old just like when he was 6. It means a lot to me. And I hope that I can do something that means a lot for someone else one day. Something that a kid will keep thinking about and talking about when they’re old and have kids of their own.
Check out these embarrassing pictures my family took!