We'd had a wonderful day. The weather was perfect: sunny, warm but not hot, breezy but not cold.
We'd been to the lake and the specialty ice cream shop. It was time to spend a few lazy moments before dinner.
My daughter invited me to swing with her in the hammock. "Are you going to swing REALLY high?" I asked.
"Not TOO high," she replied. So there we lay on the hammock, her feet on top of mine, and her head nearly at my shoulders.
She pulled the rope and we began to swing. She giggled. I commented on the fact that our toes were touching, and mentally noted what a great picture that would be.
It was my turn to pull the rope & I swung us high! "That's how I would have done it," she said. I kissed the top of her head.
Not long afterwards, I noticed the rhythmic breathing pattern of sleep.
I called to the middle nephew and asked him to bring me my phone. Right after, of course, I said "Thank You, God for my daughter and this wonderful moment.
1 comment:
That could quite possibly be the sweetest post I've read. Those moments are priceless. Thank you for sharing!
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