Emma the Egg

On the spring equinox you can supposedly balance an egg on its end. I had never heard of this but my friends Steph and Candice remembered learning it in elementary school and were uber excited to try it (later on we looked it up and it turns out it's not true, but we just pretended and didn't let it spoil our fun). So we bought an egg and after many failed attempts, balanced it on the carpet and named it Emma in honor of our friend Emma the redhead, the only person in these pictures who's not in our ward.

Great shot of Emma, not so much of Steph and me.

After two weeks of Emma sitting on Candice's carpet, we decided she needed to be disposed of, but don't worry--we had a proper funeral and burial service. Everyone who was there when Emma came to be showed up to pay their respects. Here we all are mourning: Jacqueline, Steph, me, James, Emma, and Natalie (Candice is taking the picture).

A moment of silence for our dearly departed.

Emma in the casket that was lovingly prepared by Candice, who had the original idea for Emma, and named her.

The funeral procession--I love that Steph, in front, is wearing her high school swim & dive shirt, and that some of us are fighting smiles. In the background there are two girls sticking their heads our of their doors, wondering what in the world we're doing.

Candice asked me to deliver the eulogy. Unfortunately, it was punctuated by the sounds of boys playing basketball on the court right by the dumpster.

After a few more words of consolation, we said goodbye.

Final resting place. We loved you, Emma.