He swings high and jumps off on three, sand flying when his feet land. He’s seven now, hair lightened from the sun. He runs across the playground to jump off something else. I walk to the swings, settle into the seat. They make them smaller now, you know. Fighting the pinch on my hips, I kick off my flip flops and begin to pump my legs. I can’t help myself.
Today I have a post up at (in)courage – 4 Tips for Vacationing With Your Family.