Show Me Your Egg

Every year on Easter, I try to take pictures of our traditional family egg hunt.

Every year on Easter, I come away feeling slightly annoyed with my pictures of our traditional family egg hunt.  That is, because, most of the pictures come out something like this:

The backs of children, running away from me. 

No matter where I stand, there always seems to be a potential egg in the opposite direction from my camera.

More backs.

And if I catch them from the front, the children are looking at the ground.  Their eyes are glued to the ground.

I have to beg them to pause their hunt and look up. 
Okay, now smile.  And show me your egg.

Okay wait, one more.

Is she done yet?  I've got eggs to find, you know.



And then there's the inevitable "someone-found-more-eggs-than-me-therefore-I'm-crying" picture:

And it wouldn't be a holiday without both of my children crying at some point in the day:



{sigh....}



But....

For every ten pictures of childrens backs, the tops of their heads, impatient forced smiles, and tearful drama...

I can catch one sweet moment.



One moment of surprise.

One moment of mystery.

And it's all worth it. 

Smile! Now show me your egg.

Happy Easter!