Egg Hunt Utah Style

What do you do when it snows the week before Easter covering the egg hunt playing field, the weather forecast for the day of the Easter Egg Hunt calls for morning snow showers, and temperatures are in the 30's? Lesser cities might have called the whole thing off, but the die-hard egg hunt organizers of Herriman simply improvised. There must be provisions for this kind of thing in their disaster preparedness manual, because the hunt must go on. They moved the Egg Hunt under the pavilion and roped off a large area with caution tape and make-shift fences. The Egg Hunts were divided up by age group, and the local fire department engine's siren sounded the beginning of the candy grabbing frenzy. They reloaded the hunt area after each age group, so everyone got a fair shot at the loot.

For Brenna's age group, they didn't allow parents into the hunting area. Brenna took that news pretty well and my heart swelled with pride. I was prepared for begging and pleading for me to come with her, but she went in the hunt area and patiently waited for the siren to go off.

Brenna gathered up her share of the goodies and seemed to be having a good time, but then the wheels fell off the bus. She couldn't find me in the sea of parents and was all tears when I made my way through the crowd to her. All of the drama was quickly diminished when we got in the car and she started going through her basket. One egg contained 2 quarters, a chocolate coin and a sticker...jackpot!

Mommy: "Smile Brenna"
Brenna: "I am smiling"
Really? That looks more like abject misery.

Happy Easter!