Easter Eggs

Another Monday, another morning, another feeling the medicine I use to keep my body moving is really some kind of sick poison. But we're used to that.

The weekend saw the arrival of something extraordinary and wonderful. Something that gives a person hope. You see, it was Parent's Weekend, so I was into work on Saturday. I didn't want to be, but there you go. I was there.

After that, I went and got some food, and tried to put a few words together. It worked all right, but not great. Why I can't write like I've always been able to I can't say, but it scares me. It's like my last useful bit is shutting down, and from here it's all downhill. At least, that's the mindset I had when I walked up the small paved path to my apartment and its screen porch, I opened the screen door, and stepped onto the porch...

And there, 'hidden' in the corners and near the doors... were easter eggs.

Plastic ones, to be sure. Red ones and purple and yellow and pink ones.

I was flabbergasted. While I was at work, the Easter Bunny had come. At thirty-five, I just don't expect to be on his rounds any more.

This was Saturday, of course. So I did what any reasonable person would do. I left them. After all, I live on school property. While the porch was a part of my apartment, I wouldn't be responsible for taking the Easter Candy out of the mouths of children. Well, not when I couldn't watch their faces while I did it.

So I resolved to wait, and I did. I waited through Easter morning, going out at one point to 'find' all the eggs, just for forms' sake. Then, I went back inside.

And waited.

Until dark, really. At which point, I decided that any kid who hasn't found the eggs by now doesn't deserve them. Besides, it seemed clear that the Easter Bunny meant these for me, not anyone else. Which I had suspected all along, but still. You have to be sure.

So I went out and found my eggs, and brought them inside. There were good chocolates in them. Special Darks and Crackles, and Reeses' Foil Covered Peanut Butter Mini Eggs. Just a few, mind. But enough.

There is a child who lives inside us, who wants to Believe. And while my adult brain wonders who did this wonderful thing for me, bringing me up when I was down, giving me joy with no price asked in return, the child knows the answer.

It was the Easter Bunny. And you don't enquire too closely after the Easter Bunny. You accept, and give thanks, and eat candy.

Happy Easter, one day late, all. May all your bunnies be solid.