As most of you know, the annual Easter Egg Hunt is quite an ordeal! You don't get to eat Easter Dinner until you find the egg with your name on it. Well, mine was the difficult one! I was told tennis shoes probably wouldn't work this year.

Carley and Renae helped me spot it on a little patch of land in the pond amidst some weeds! So Renae gladly rolled up her pant legs and went to get Aunt Laurie's egg!

I owe her BIG time!!!!