

I used to hunt for eggs all over the house…My mom would always hide colorful eggs in the most unexpected places: inside shoes, in the microwave, under the pillow 😂And I, like a little detective, would run around the house, knowing that somewhere, something fun was waiting for me.It felt like a game, but filled with warmth. With a little reward. With the excitement of discovering what’s inside…The only part I didn’t like — waking up at 4 a.m. to go bless the Easter basket with eggs, bread, and sausage 😂But even that had its charm: the stillness of early morning, the smell of fresh-baked Easter bread, and the feeling of celebration.And sometimes I think — why not keep a little piece of that playful spirit inside me?The part that knows how to wait… and how to enjoy little surprises 😌