Winter Season

Baskets

On Easter Sunday they went to church, after church Chet and Bell came back over. He had just finished changing clothes when Chet rang the bell. When he opened the door, Chet and Bell both raised their Easter egg baskets and yelled, “where’s the eggs?”

Oscar let them in and was more than confused. Esther walked in through the back door and kissed him on the cheek. Your basket is on the porch.

“My basket?”

“I have hidden two dozen eggs on the porch and in the back yard. There is one prize egg.”

Oscar’s face lit up like a Christmas tree; “you didn’t?”

She wiggled, “I did.”

He grabbed her and hugged her up. They all marched to the back porch singing Here Comes Peter Cottontail. Not only had Esther hid eggs, she had made a picnic of egg salad sandwiches, chips, cupcakes, water, and lemonade.

She sat on the steps and laughed as the three friends hunted for the hidden eggs. Esther had to direct them to find the last four.

They all sat at the table to eat. “Where is the fun in this for you dear?” Oscar asked.

“I had much rather hide them and watch you all try to find them as I had to hunt them.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hide them?”

“I‘m positive.”

“You know this is the first Easter I remember in years that it has been warm enough to sit outside and eat.” Bell commented.

“That’s true,” Chet smiled. “Easter’s are usually cold and rainy.”

Oscar raised his glass for a toast. “Here’s to a perfect Easter.”

Esther giggled, “so who got the prize egg?”

They all started picking through their eggs looking for it.

“Is this it?” Chet asked. He held up a plastic metallic blue egg. It sparkled and shined in the sun.

“Open it and see.”

He did and inside was two movie tickets. “Cool.”

Bell laughed, “we haven’t been to the movies in years.”

“Well now it’s time to go.” Esther smiled.

As they wrapped up the evening, Esther gave Chet and Bell a giant Easter egg full of jelly beans.

They all said their good byes.

Oscar laid on the couch and open his arms for Esther. “Thank you.”

She smiled as she cuddled closer. “You are most welcome. Will you tell me when you get tired of my childish behavior?”

“Why would I get tired of it?” He kissed the top of her head.

“Sometimes I think I am trying to relive my childhood. Don’t get me wrong, my grandparents did a great job raising me. But there is so much that I didn’t get to do. I hope you don’t think that I am one giant child.”

“I never thought that at all.” He laced his fingers through hers. “Perhaps we can relive it together. I have had more fun since I’ve met you than I’ve had in my life time.”

She smiled, “I know that we will have issues that we don’t see eye to eye over. That’s just life. And I hate to think what our first real fight is going to look like.”

He cut her off, “who says we have to have a real fight?”

“All couples fight about something.”

He smiled, “so I’ve heard.”

“Thank you for sharing these with me.”

“Thank you for including me.”