Six weeks after birth, the first time we spent time alone after being cushioned and cocooned by a stream of family friends and well wishers, my son smiled. It was not his mouth, we locked eyes and his entire face lit up. The first time we were alone, the time when new mom uncertainty creeps in, he smiled and my whole being lurched forward to catch that smile. I knew then that love had new depth. In donating eggs, I hope another parent gets to experience a fraction of what I have in raising a soul. I give because I no longer need my eggs, but someone else does. I give because it seems right and because somewhere a family will understand this new depth of love.