We spent our Easter weekend in New Jersey with Charlie's family. In addition to a new house and new people and new books and a new dog to play with, this meant not one, but three Easter egg hunts for Juniper. I had forgotten how magical an Easter egg hunt could be for a little one - the process of searching, finding, gathering, collecting. The joy of holding something pretty and egg-shaped in your hands, a secret hidden inside. The early heat of Spring. Bright green grass, new and soft. The thrill of the hunt, indeed.