Behind the Blue Swing

There's a worn patch of grass behind the blue swing. I stand there, pushing and pushing, until my arms ache. Sometimes she giggles or sings or chats with me. Sometimes she calls "higher, higher!" and I do my best to oblige, despite the fact that she is much bigger than she was last year, and … Continue reading Behind the Blue Swing

The Moments that Matter

We should have been upstairs getting ready for bed. Instead we were spinning and falling down dizzy and giggling uncontrollably. It was one of the best moments of my day, definitely worth delaying the bedtime routine a bit. Yesterday my Mom brought a stack of cassettes over. She also brought the little Playskool tape player we … Continue reading The Moments that Matter