Rick sent Morgan's letter in limerick form in honor of his traditional Easter hunt!

Dear Morgan

Just for the sake of old time

Aloud it Might sound like a chime

I hope you will smile

And chuckle a while

My message for you is a rhyme

Remember the earlier days

When Easter would herald a race

Running stocking feet

Quick as a track meet

To find each egg’s hiding place

It started when you were quite little

Lexi would play second fiddle

Round the house you flew

Reading each clue

Figuring out every riddle

Perusing some old pics this week

To count all our blessings we seek

Our kids big to small,

We looked at them all

It almost made tears start to leak

On Saturday the boys did the hunt

Some of the clues were quite blunt

But some were tricky

Maybe even sticky

With Caden, then Blake out in front

The clues made them run here and there

For the most part they didn’t care

Buried in dirt you see

Or up in a tree

Under porta-potty, “Hey, that’s not fair”

It was almost automatic

When at last up in the attic

They found paintball guns

At the end of the runs

You might say that they were ecstatic

Georgetown has a new paintball place

We packed up our new stuff in its case

Picked up each boys friend

Gearing up to defend

It looked like we started an arms race

Paintballing was quite a blast

The day just flew by, it was fast

We battled each course

Against every force

Exhausted we came to the last

Before one match, something funny

To have it on film I’d pay money

“Get ready to run”

“Safety off your gun”

We were ready to go, it was sunny

Then a bang rang out like a bell

Followed quick by a scream or a yell

To see Caden’s eyes

The size of moon pies

Kid next to him, shot foot – oh well

So Morgan, we miss you a ton

We hope you are having some fun

This time of year

We pray you will hear

“Come on in” from every one

We've really been blessed by The Lord

I tell you He does keep His word

If you do what's right

He'll lend you his might

And help you each challenge to ford

Love Daddio