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  • As we arrive at the beach, I see we have made it just in time. The sun hasn't broken the horizon yet, but there is a brilliant blurred hue to the sky. A few stars are still visible behind me, and the lake is stretching to the horizon reflecting the sky's colors.
    Half way from the car to the water's edge, her bliss overwhelms her and she makes a dash for the water. She picks up a stick brings it up the beach and begins making a "curious find" nest where she thinks we should sit. Not to be run by a three year old, I choose a spot easily within eyesight of her nest, but far enough away to let her know she isn't in charge.
    I stick my finger in the bucket and count to ten... when I remove it a couple of leeches have stuck themselves on. She watches and shudders as I pull one off and put it on the hook, then peel off the other and throw it back in the bucket. With my first cast, she is off again. Piece by piece, she relocates her curious finds to a pile beside me... She leaves a few pieces behind, I guess they weren't that curious. In my mind as I let her go on about her business I think "Victory! I AM still in charge!"
    The sun, brilliant orange begins to rise from the lake. I sit and revel in the moment. She notices I have stopped fishing and sits beside me.
    Fishing for some beautiful three year old insight and brilliance, I ask "which do you like more... sunrises or sunsets?" My question met with silence as she had begun to dig a hole looking for more curious things to put in the pile. I ask again... she responds by standing up and walking away... towards a man who arrived moments earlier to fish. I stand up and begin to head her off at the pass... "Just let him fish in peace darlin' ". Thirty feet from him, she makes a hard right up the beach, grabs a beautiful round rock and high tails it for her curious thing pile. She is back in charge.
    I get back to fishing, she has headed the other way up the beach... within eyesight and earshot, gathering things and bringing them to the pile. I return to reveling in the sunrise.
    I think of St. Augustine's Easter sermon and am in wonderment as all these things around me return my gaze with such beauty. I want her to know how precious and beautiful it all is, she is... How do I convey that?
    I look down... she has found a ball. She holds it in her mouth and thumps her tail. She shows me how in her gaze.
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