The weather was cold and rainy for September late last week. Then, suddenly, on Saturday, the sun came out, the clouds moved off and the outside was looking really good to a certain 7 year old.
She and her granddad had built an old school board swing: a piece of board and a piece of rope which has become her ticket to high adventure.
I get that. I am a fan of board swings having passed many happy hours as a child swinging to and fro. She spent most of Saturday swinging. Her granddad was out with her most of that time, although the swing is hung in clear view of the kitchen through the great windows in the breakfast room. I watched them as I was about Saturday chores.
At one point, she stopped to take a picture with his cell phone of he and the blonde lab who is the queen of the yard as they sat on a bench near the now beloved swing.
It was a happy time for all of us: her getting to play at something she loves. He as he watched her play and me, able to watch them and still get things done without them underfoot.
Who would have ever thought we could all get that much happiness from board and a piece of rope.
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