It blows in the breeze on some afternoons when it is too cold for us to go out. Other days, he sits in it, this boy of mine, with a smile that spreads clear across his face and touches his eyes. On evenings as the sun goes down in the west, and the moon comes up in the east, moonglow and sunkisses settle themselves in shades of lavender and pink over the tree where the swing hangs. Beautiful little boy, I didn't know you'd change my life so much. Swinging happily over the days, dimpled with the joy you bring. It's been close to a year, son. But I still walk by that swing in the cool of the evenings and think how you've filled our lives when we thought our lives were already full, how you've brought us joy when we've already had a cupful of it, and how this love runs over and spills happiness unto those around it. Sweet boy, how I love you!
World traveler when someone else does the planning, coffee drinker in the morning, tea lover when it's freezing, second-language speaker when the situation calls for it, teacher in the past, writer in free spaces,reader of classic literature, and most recently Mom of one itty-bitty boy. :) Blessed!