It's okay mommy, I found one...

I did a really bad thing.

When I discovered that an Easter Egg hunt was being held in a nearby community, I told Anna we were going and built up her little expectations to a fever pitch. "Baby, it's going to be so fun collecting eggies!"

Then, I blew it. I got us there exactly two minutes late. For those of you "in the know" regarding Egg Hunts, that means I got us there when it was over. Apparently, it only takes a mere two minutes for a horde of basket toting candy fiends and their kids to sock away a few thousand eggs.

I was distraught. I scoured the green with her for anything that was left -- we found one inexplicably tiny chocolate egg. How could I have done this to her? She would never have even known this disappointment if I hadn't jazzed her all up about it.

I started to cry. I really did. I kneeled down and looked her right in the face and apologized that we didn't get to do the egg hunt. Then she did something that made me cry more. She held my hand and started comforting me: "It's okay mommy, I found one..."

I took her directly to the store and bought eggs and dye, and we did a whole batch ourselves for her to hunt down in the back yard that afternoon.

And she was fine. Of course, she was fine the whole time. It was her mommy that wavered.

Once she got to wear her Easter Dress, though, she was thrilled.

Of course, this is her after mommy took a gazillion pictures of her in her Easter Dress and wore her out...

Sigh. I try.