I had to carry her piggy back to this chair in the middle of the soggy, snow still on the ground but melting back yard (yuck). I put her down and asked her to do what made her think of Easter. She opened up her arms and lifted her face toward Heaven. The wind blew and I snapped the shutter. Easter was captured.
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But I had another girl waiting her turn in the kitchen. So I carried her too through the muddy snow to the same chair and captured her littleness.
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Easter is not all about the dresses, the new shoes, the bunny, I know that. But sometimes it takes an eleven year old to remind me. She does that. A lot.
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