You leap out of your car seat & run as fast as your tiny boots can take you.
I grab your hand as you clumsily run through sand till we get to the bucket swings at the neighborhood park.
SWING! SWING you shout! I sit you in that yellow swing you now know well.
PUSH MOM PUSH! The familiar squeaky rhythm of metal swings takes over.
Your laughter fills the air, the sky is clear, the sun is shining - My heart is full.