“Theo, let your sister get some eggs!” I call out from across the yard, keeping my eyes peeled on our two kiddos as they run around.

Today is Easter, and since you seem to love every holiday—I think you just like getting to decorate and bake—we have gone all out once again. An entire easter egg hunt in our backyard just for our two kids.

It’s adorable, don’t get me wrong, but with their age difference it’s kind of unfair. Theo is 4 and Calliope is 2, meaning he’s zooming around grabbing all the eggs while Callie is tripping every two seconds. It’s…kind of funny. But as a father, I can’t laugh.

I turn my back on the yard for just a few seconds to check on you next. You’re waltzing around our back porch deck, finishing decorating and setting out lunch. And, yes, all the food is easter themed.

I’m supposed to be keeping my eyes on the kids, but it’s hard with you wearing that yellow sundress. It’s clings to your body like it was made for you, hugging your waist and then flowing out around your hips. The fabric dances in the wind, pulling me in a trance.

I quickly glance back at the kids, making sure they’re all good, before walking up the steps of the porch to you. It’s like there’s a magnetic force pulling me to you. It’s always been this way, since the day we met 6 years ago.

You jump in shock when my arms wrap around your middle from behind as you place something on the table. My face immediately nuzzles in your deck, breathing in that delicious scent that is just you. When you stand up straight, the back of your head hits my chest and I rest my chin on your shoulder. A warm feeling spreads throughout my chest.

This is exactly where I’ve always wanted to be. I got my dream.

I sway our bodies side to side to imaginary music as we both stare out into the yard, watching our little miracles. When Theo picks up another egg and hands it to Callie, I’m sure my heart might explode.