Paul was wide awake, like I used to be as a kid, waiting for everyone else to wake up.

We had a small hunt indoors, like a practice before the game.

Then friends joined us to make the early trek up to Signal Hill.

Only requirement was pajamas.

I love watching and listening to the expression of children find anything hidden. It’s a mixture of wonder, surprise, and pride wrapped up in a single moment.

Joe did all the work (he hid 95 eggs) before we arrived.

 It is one of these parental moments when I am aware that my joy is a contagious effect caused by their joy. I never fully understood this before having kids. It’s how I imagine the delight of God is with us.

The kids were looking high and low, until buckets were full and we ready for breakfast.

There is always a count to round up any last eggs.

We came home and seriously enjoyed two full documentaries (Jiro Dreams of Sushi & Bill Cunningham New York) in the living room, with the projector.