Like the other kids, my girls ran after Easter eggs this past weekend, filling their bright baskets, triumphant in how many they found.  I took photos, took videos, and did my very best to etch these memories on my heart as if it took any effort at all.  It was my oldest daughter's smile that resonated with me, however.  We were sitting on the back patio.  She had said something funny and knew it.  Hers was an amused, proud smile -- a smile of a just turned 11-year-old coming into herself.  My gaze lingered on her beautiful face then I counted the years and sighed.

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