The summer sun has a way of stretching things, growing things, I think.
And not just grass and trees and vegetables.
Kids too! Somehow, chubby little legs get longer and leaner (well, mine don't but that's a rant for another day!!!!), pants don't see to fit the same come autumn, and the confidence they've picked up from mastering the monkey bars over the sunny months seems to carry them into fall.
At the beginning of the season, Little M would barely sit on a swing, let alone move much. She used to enjoy baby swings, but somehow, this spring, a little more aware of danger and her surroundings, she would wail in great protest if that little seat went too fast.
And now, as the green leaves find their new hue, she's begging me to swing WITH her. To my great delight she shrieks "Higher Mommy higher!" And so we soar as high as we can, defying gravity for a split second and floating weightless in the air.
I've always ALWAYS loved swings. As a kid, couldn't get enough. Even as an adult (even before kids) I'd go over to the playground every so often, just for the sheer fun of it!
And to hear her squeals of delight, mixed with my own - a little piece of heaven right here :P. It won't be long and she'll be flyin' on her own. Not entirely, not right away, but bit by bit she'll find her wings... which is good. Wouldn't want it any other way.
But for today, we giggle together.
It feels good to fly.