Friday evening we had a wreath making class with 30 ladies from the community up at the clubhouse. This was my first time making a burlap wreath. I think it turned out okay, but I am excited to try some new ideas I learned from the talented women around me. Theirs were fabulous! I need to repent of some serious coveting I did of their crafty skills.
Saturday we had egg hunts and contests for doggies and children. I personally stuffed over 1000 eggs and over 900 more were brought by neighbors. We had 88 little egg hunters aged a few months up to teens. We divided the kids into 4 age brackets. It doesn't look like almost 2000 eggs here, but there are!
One of the neighborhood teens "arranged" for the Easter Bunny to visit. He was amazing!! So friendly, so kind. The kids adored him...and so did the dogs!
Molly loves the Easter Bunny and her friend, Addy.
It was a little harder to get a pic of the boys with the bunny. Andrew was willing to pose for one moment to appease me.
My three sweet children were very serious when it came time for the egg hunts. Anyone who knows me, knows that I like things to be"fair." So with each age bracket, we had the children each find 12 eggs first, then return to the starting line. Then they could all return and get as many additional eggs as they could find. I know life isn't "fair or equal" but it doesn't mean that an egg hunt has to be a teaching moment. It can just be fun.
The dogs dressed up for their Begg Hunt. They were so adorable. There was a raffle for prizes donated by local animal services and fun contests. There was even a drive for supplies for local shelters.
Local vendors had donated prizes that human residents entered to win, too. We even had a jelly bean guessing contest.
We had face painting. One of our neighbors does an amazing job face painting and is practicing on our neighborhood kids, so she can do it professionally! We are so lucky to have her!
Three area Master Gardeners came to talk with our community members all afternoon. We are appreciative of their time.
The Kona Ice Truck came and served shaved ice. Pretty sure that was the high light of the day for a lot of kids! At least the three that live at my house!
Harris Teeter donated cupcakes and cookies. Target gave us a huge discount on a ton of popcorn. We had sodas and juice boxes and waters!
We had free play areas set up with bubbles and side walk chalk and balls.
And now that we have three "big" kids, even Chad was able to have some "free time" to talk to friends, too! I miss so many things about the toddler and preschool years, but there is something to be said about being able to hold a 5 minute conversation without having to run into the street to catch a bolting two year old.
I love our new community. I am grateful I get to help it grow and become a place I want to raise my family. It is amazing where God will lead you, if you will let Him. I don't remember if I have shared this on our blog or not, but I will here and now, in case I have not. When Chad and I started searching for a new home in the area a year ago, I felt strongly that there was a specific place we were to move to. It was a huge decision, and I know that often there are not "right or wrong" answers to a lot of questions. Sometimes God wants us to make choices. But I KNEW that this time wasn't one of those times. There was a place we were to be. I just didn't know where. The very first neighborhood we drove into was the one we live in today. I hated it! I felt claustrophobic, all the homes looked alike, and the yards all had identical brown Bermuda grass. I told Chad it looked like glorified apartment living. He agreed. I told him that I did not want to live in Indian Land, that the name was disrespectful, if not downright racist and I did not want to raise our children in a place like that. I wanted to live in Waxhaw or Weddington. So we hired a wonderful, very patient, Realtor and I spent months and months praying, researching school districts, talking to people in the area and visiting every home for sale in our price range in an 8 mile radius from Chad's new job. Over 100 homes. Chad kept feeling like we needed to live in Indian Land, but I refused to even consider it. I gave him a long list of reasons why it was not the place we should be. Then one day, after a third offer we put in was rejected, I felt the Spirit tell me very strongly that I really was not willing to go wherever the Lord sent me, that I was pridefully holding back my will. It was hard to hear, but it was true. There was one place I was refusing to even consider. So I prayed to be able to let go. I told the Lord I would live ANYWHERE, even INDIAN LAND, that I would trust Him. That I would try to have Faith. It was the week we HAD to place an offer on a house or we would be forced to rent when our three month corporate housing ended and school began. Immediately everything fell into place. Through several small miracles, obstacles were removed and we were led back to the first neighborhood we visited. The one I hated. The one in Indian Land with no yard and no basement. We walked into our new home and both of us knew this was the place. It was not the "nicest" home we had looked at, it did not have several of our "must haves" on our criteria list, but it is where God wanted us to be. Since then, every day, the Spirit testifies to me in small and big ways that God sent us here because He loves us and knew the wonderful neighbors He was bringing us to be surrounded by. I love our "village." I am sure wherever we moved, we would have made friends and been surrounded by nice people. But this is the "perfect for us" home. I am grateful that God continued to lead our family, even when I was stubbornly holding on to my own ideas of what would make us happy.