My daughter was a window peeper on the wrong side of the window. She searched the sky, pressing her head
against the pane. She hit a dry run on Valentine's and Fourth of July, but Easter, Halloween, and Christmas
made up for it.
When she was four, it started. "Do you mean a rabbit is going to bring me eggs?"
Feeling trapped, I answered. "Yes."
"He brings eggs to every kid in town, in the world?"
"It's magic, you'll see."
That's when the window peeping started.
Saturday night she set her basket by the door. While we watched T.V. she knelt by the window. Her hands on the
sill, forehead touching the window, her eyes scanned the yard. She was so still I forgot about her. Triumphant,
she ran into the room and announced, "I just saw the big rabbit!"
She didn't question me much on Halloween and Christmas. The rabbit showing up convinced her.
Her Halloween watch ended the same way. She strode in the room, spread her arms, and said, "I saw a witch in the sky."
She enjoyed Christmas the most. "Guess what?" "I saw Santa and his reindeers." "Rudolph's nose is red, it goes blink,
blink, blink." "Santa saw me and said, 'Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas.'"
She was Way too excited about the holidays, but what a wonderful memory she gave us, our little window peeper.