Summer is trying to be over.
September 3, 2009
Portrait of a self-sufficient swinging star
At the beginning of this summer she didn't know how to swing on her own. One of us would have to stand behind her, pushing and pushing and pushing. And at some point she crossed one of those milestones of childhood - she mastered the pumping. Now she'll swing and swing and swing so much that I can lie on the ground beneath her, watching her purple shoes and her poofy skirt and her pigtails fly up and back, buoyantly delivering her to kiss the sky.