Oh, to preserve the enthusiasm of a three and four year old running through the grass yelling "Found one!" "Found one!" with each plastic Easter egg that is added to the collection.
Some eggs are even empty. It doesn't matter.
It's simple. It's carefree, uninhibited joy.
It's the reverence and awe of what exists right now.
Unconcerned with how it came to be.
Or where it will go tomorrow.
In this moment.