Sunlight poured down on us as we ran up the old, wooden steps to my grandparent’s house.  I was older now and this was the first time that my son would be experiencing a family gathering at their house.  Mikey followed close behind me as we bolted into the house, the screen door slamming shut behind us.  The kitchen was empty, but the smell of home-cooked lasagna lingered in the air.  I breathed in the delicious aroma and headed right for the stove to sneak a taste.  Dozens of eggs and the freshly baked lasagna were cooling on the counter for our holiday festivities.  I dipped a spoon in the sauce and it was as delicious as I had remembered it.  Mikey and I shared another spoonful and giggled together as we licked the tomato sauce off our lips.  Suddenly everything went black and I felt someone behind me; we had been caught.  

The warm hands quickly released from my eyes and my grandfather’s rosy-cheeked face appeared in front of mine.  He was all smiles and reminded me more and more of Santa Claus; the round face, happy demeanor and the typically large belly were all dead giveaways.  “What are you two doing?” he teased us.  We giggled as grandpa curled his fingers and pretended to be a monster.  “That’s the monster’s lasagna, but I do love to eat children.”  He let out a deep growl and followed us into the living room.  The three of us chased each other around the living room like monsters and fell on the carpet laughing away.  Grandma appeared from the doorway that she had been watching us from and we ran to give her hugs.  I wrapped my arms around her plump middle and squeezed; hmm, she smelled of vanilla and spiced pear.  Grandma hustled the three of us into the kitchen to start decorating the eggs for the hunt. 

Mikey and I ran to the table to start decorating the eggs.  Grandma lined up the plastic cups with vinegar and colored tablets and placed a large bowl of hard-boiled eggs in the middle of the table.  We dipped our eggs in blue and green, purple and pink, and yellow and green and then rolled them in glitter.  They were beautiful and sparkled in the sunlight from the kitchen window.  The final touch was to draw a cross on one of the eggs; it would be the special egg.  Mikey picked up his blue egg covered in purple glitter and I drew the cross on it for him.  It definitely was the most beautiful egg, so it should be the special one as well.