It’s hard to believe it’s been four years.Â Four years since our very first Sloan Creek Easter Egg Hunt where we had more non-SCE residents in attendance than residents.Â Four years since hiding a few dozen eggs in our playroom and having neighbors over for pizza.Â Four years since we ran around on Sunday afternoon inviting whoever was home to a “casual little get-together” just for fun.
Now it’s a tradition.Â There’s a lot that’s different from our first year.Â For one thing, our neighborhood is bigger.Â Our first year, we knocked on the doors of about 5 houses.Â This year, I hand-delivered over 80 invitations.Â It’s grown too big to be hosted inside our home.Â And each year, there are new neighbors, new babies, and new friends who join us and become part of our wonderful Sloan Creek family.
But there are some things that don’t change.Â The sense of community, the comraderie we enjoy, and the commitment to building a great neighborhood are as strong now as they were at the beginning.Â The generosity of our neighbors, and the overwhelming support for community activities continues to thrive and grow.Â A yard overflowing with eggs…that never changes.Â And of course, there’s the now-famous “Happy Easer” sign which we just can’t bear to throw away.
Though we had our smallest crowd percentage-wise this year, we still managed to have a great time.Â The kids found lots of eggs.Â We enjoyed meeting new neighbors and snacking on lots of yummy food.Â We took lots of pictures of little ones who have grown so much since last year.Â And we are so grateful once again that God placed us here, in this little pocket of Fairview.
Enjoy the pictures from our most “egg-sellent” day yesterday!
We gave out directions for the hunt, and everyone was all set to go!
The little ones were the first to go…and the most fun to watch!
They loved hunting for eggs and filling their baskets.
Meanwhile, the big kids waited anxiously for their turn to hunt.
My two favorite hunters…on an “egg-sellent” mission!
Guys with matching Easter baskets need to stick together!
The kids migrated to the back yard to hunt and play…what could be better?
Someone brought cascaneras (“confetti eggs”), which as you can see were a bit – shall we say – HIT?