Of the photos I took at Saturday's neighborhood Easter egg hunt --
... The scene when I arrived at the school playground -- only slow-poke adults still at the hilltop ...
... Samuel's indifference -- See that green egg in the bottom right of the first picture? He wanted nothing to do with it. The only egg in his basket was the one I put there. He had a blind eye to kids picking up loot all around him. Instead, he was mad the slide was too icy to climb ...
... The sorting party as soon as we got home. James was so excited, he didn't even take off his coat ...
-- The one of outstretched hands is my favorite:
When Samuel was irritable and crying on the schoolgrounds, James decided to demystify the whole hunt by opening and offering one of his own eggs. "Look, Sam, look what's inside!"
Because the message of Easter isn't just finding what was lost,
it is sharing what we have found.
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The way your mind works is beautiful, and so is the way you capture it in words and photographs. I'm so glad we're friends!!
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