Emory’s Class Egg Hunt

With one egg hunt under our belt, Emory was excited to take her basket to school for another egg hunt with her class. The students walked over to a few neighboring houses’ yards where the eggs were hidden. The students lined up at the edge of the yard waiting for the ‘GO!’ from their teacher. Emory dashed ran skipped walked slowly wandered to the first egg she saw I pointed out to her.  And by the time she got there, the hunt was over, as all of the other kids had found every single egg. She told me with a sad face, “Mama, I was too slow.”. Lesson to be learned: the one with the biggest basket finds the least eggs. Whoops! Luckily a few sweet friends offered her some of their eggs, giving her a total of four. {And even better, once the kids went back inside for their Easter party, a magic Easter helper came back through and divided the eggs equally amongst the kids’ baskets. Perfect.} And of course, what Easter egg hunt would be complete without a visit from the Easter Bunny himself! To make a sweet morning even sweeter, Emory came home telling me all about the Easter story.

“Jesus died on the cross, Mama. And he had to carry the really heavy cross.”

“Jesus’ friends were sad.”

“But then he waked up and everybody was so excited!”

Her most current obsession is with anything that remotely looks like a palm leaf because “that’s like Palm Sunday!”.

It’s great to know that amidst all of the egg dying, chocolate bunny eating and Easter outfit coordinating, she still realizes there’s a much more important reason we celebrate.