Our Easter weekend began with the traditional Egg Hunt on Saturday down at the neighborhood park. I know that it is something that we have done since ... forever ... but I didn't realize just how much the kids really enjoyed it until it was cancelled last year due to the pandemic. We've done it year after year, and even if the weather was formidable, it was simply scheduled to Easter Day with no worries at all. Last year was surely a disappointment but it this year's Hunt even more special.
The air was a little chilly (it always is down by the lake), but we were grateful for fresh air and a bit of sunshine. Along with the Hunt, there was the annual hard boiled egg race and Sam jumped at the opportunity to participate.
Jack made good time running laps and filling his bag with plastic eggs. Later, the kids would open them and score candy and little prizes.
Sophia was fast too -- and likely yelling at Jack -- as she was searching not only for the little colored eggs but also for one of the 6 golden eggs, which would yield a bigger and better prize to whomever found them.
Jimmy knew
just what to do with no assistance needed this year. He may not have secured the most eggs but he was content with what he added to his bag.
My
Big and my
Little, both on a mission, with the beauty of the lake behind them. Soon this grass will be green and we'll be spending many of our summer days down at the beach.
Afterwards, they kindly obliged me and let me take a picture of them together. I can't believe just how tall they are getting!
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