As I watched my little daughter run through our backyard in her filthy pink dress looking for the Easter eggs I'd hidden only moments earlier while her father distracted her, I saw the dirt on the bottom of her bare feet, and the mess of chocolate on her face. I smiled to myself and relished that mess of a blonde headed child, I knew that later I'd be wrestling her and her brother into the bath, but at that moment she was the lovliest little pile of dirt I'd ever seen.