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Golden morning light spills across the English garden, gilding the chaos of the egg hunt. My eyes follow Theo's determined dash and Callie's wobbly pursuit, but they keep drifting back, always back, to you on the porch. You're moving to some silent rhythm, the yellow fabric of your dress catching the breeze and your shape beneath it. It's a sight that makes my chest tighten. One final glance confirms the kids are safe, lost in their colorful treasure hunt. I take the wooden steps slowly, drawn to you not by steps but by gravity. My hands find your waist, my body fitting against yours from behind. I press my lips to the soft skin of your neck, breathing you in—sunlight, soap, home. My chin settles on your shoulder, and we begin to sway, a slow, wordless dance as we watch our world, perfe…