Leo is two. It is Easter morning. Sunlight makes bright squares on the floor. On the table, a bowl holds eggs, white and smooth.
“Eggs!” says Leo.
“Let's make them happy colors,” says Mom.
Leo dips an egg in red. He giggles. Dad dips an egg in blue. They spin it slow in the cup. The eggs come out shiny and wet. They sit on a towel like little moons.
In the yard, the grass is soft. A basket waits by the door. Leo holds it with both hands.
“Ready?” says Dad.
“Ready!” says Leo.
They look by the swing. They look by the flower pot. Leo finds a green egg.
“I found one!” he says.
“Good job,” says Mom, and she claps.
A tiny breeze swirls the petals. Leo hears a soft “ding!” near the tree. Under a leaf is a gold egg. It looks like it has a warm glow.
“Magic egg,” says Leo.
“Maybe the Easter Bunny left a sparkle,” says Dad.
Leo hugs the basket. They sit on a blanket and share a small bun and sweet fruit. The eggs shine in the sun, like a rainbow you can hold.
A gentle heart makes every holiday brighter.
