Our church, Seacoast, in Greensboro North Carolina, hosts an Easter Egg Hunt every year on Palm Sunday after church. It's held in a local neighborhood park and any and all are welcome to come. We like to do it up big, blow the kids minds with how many eggs stuffed with sugar and preservatives there are on the ground.
It's a good time, and one I'm sure to enjoy more this year because I'm expecting my own little girl. And I know that next year, she'll be with me at the Easter Egg Hunt. Though still too small to hunt for the eggs.
I attended the doctor today, my first visit in my third trimester. I was told everything looks "fabulous!" I'm gaining weight at the appropriate amount, my belly measurements are great, my girls heartbeat is strong! But now I'm going to the doctor every two weeks. I just can't believe it's that time already. When the doctor came in the office, he said, "Well you've only got about 13 weeks to go!" I almost started hyperventilating! Not that I'm not looking forward to it, because I am! But only 13 more weeks. That's not long at all... And on other related news, Daniel and I thought of a full name that we both like! And no, I won't be sharing until she's born. It's a surprise! But the meanings are great too!
Now to bring this post full circle, aside from the opportunity to daydream about my little upcoming bundle of joy, there is a big reason I'm looking forward to the Easter Egg Hunt. Announced on Sunday morning this week: there will be funnel cakes available.
That is yet another Easter miracle. Usually reserved for the fair and other carnival-like festivities, the funnel cake is heavenly in flavor. As I have been craving all manner of sweets, this pronouncement was very well received. :)
I cannot wait to bite into the sugary goodness.