Twas the day before Easter, and a track meet was scheduled. Say what?! Andy wanted to keep Wyatt home from his first meet due to the timing. Um, we forced encouraged him to join the team and have heard no complaints about the practices, I argued. I won that one, but we knew it would mean a very busy and tight day. Wyatt had to be there at 8:45, and my mother-in-law needed a ride home from the airport at 4:10, and one/both of us needed to be in the nursery at church to serve back to back services at 4:00. You get the picture.
We journeyed to the meet where we faced spring weather in all its glory. What looked like a beautiful sunny day was actually breezy and very cold to start. My feet were numb, and my gloves were barely keeping my hands warm as we waited at the discus pit for a long line of boys to each take four throws. Wyatt scratched his first shot because he stepped out of the front of the circle - huge no-no, but commonly done. We saw many of the boys make the same mistake.
Immediately after discus, Wyatt lined up to run the 100m.
I love that he grinned as he ran.
We then had lunch, waited and waited some more before realizing that it was going to be really tight if we were going to see his 200. We called for reinforcements, and Savannah and Julia arrived to cheer him through his last race, record it for us and get him home.
By the time we arrived home that night, we were too tired to care about putting together an Easter basket treasure hunt, so Julia did it. I pulled out the baskets for the Easter bunny, and one of them was missing. What?! We used a different basket and are still scratching our heads over how they did not all get put up together and how one could be gone.







