... the tire swing Brian built years ago in the base of the 95-foot old white oak tree that is slowly rotting but still providing.
(800 lbs of concrete help)
...two little bodies on a tire balancing out the centrifugal force as they spin, spin, spin.
...the snagle-toothed-death-grip-high-pitched-squeal of delight as they hold on for dear life.
...the simple joy from having unscripted, authentic fun, and laying on the cool grass to capture it for all time.
...sharing the memory of a moment with the one person in the world that you hope will always be there to tell the stories.
...coming home to them.
May each of us every day, in some way, find such youthful unconcerned happiness. Spin, spin, spin!
1 comment:
Roland looks just like you in the last picture
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