We never posted about our Easter celebration we had together a couple of weeks back. I'm bummed about it. It's worth it to go back in time and relive the...magic.
Matt and I decided we needed to help recreate some of the good times of Easter Sundays. The good times that seem to be common among us here of being pushed into stiff and starchy pastel colored shirts and dresses, and enduring an Easter Sunday service while we fantasized about finding that old golden egg that had the quarters inside of it. So instead of getting all kinds of plastic eggs, we reclaimed some of our recycling items, some random objects we found lying around campus, and we attached numbers to all the items. We then hid the items and released the energetic little students with the banging on a dinner pot. Almost all items were discovered, with the exception of the yellow squash I hid in the autumn leaves.
Numbers corresponded with prizes for all the participants. Some came to the prize table to claim pleasant little candies, but some ended up claiming envelopes full of weeds or piles of rocks (Matt even put hair in a plastic baggy and had that be a prize). Despite having some pretty terrible "prizes" to claim, it seemed like everyone was rapt with anticipation to see what they would receive. What a time! Except for Emma, who we think received all bad prizes, including a chocolate covered wad of toilet paper, some weeds, and a certificate for a tummy Zerbert from Brett, which she politely declined and passed on to me.
This was Christy's prize, which she certainly didn't let me forget. Her picture, posted on the blog, for all to see (and admire, she says).
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