Tire Swings

It's too early for a truly original headline.

Last night after I posted, I was treated to a molten lava cake. Chocolate chocolate chocolate. How I love thee.

Which immediately preceeded playing outside with my husband. No, not that kind of playing. Dirty mind, you have.

We were playing on our kids' tire swing. We'd take turns pushing each other. When it was my turn to ride, Bry would run with it until I was over his head, then let go. I would go soaring across almost the entire expanse of the yard, giggling. The branch it's anchored from is pretty high, so it's a mighty swing. For a moment I could relax and enjoy the movement, back and forth, back and forth, even though it took much longer to get back and forth than it did to read the words. It was kind of like back.... (wait for it)... (keep waiting)... and forth...

So if anyone needs a calming moment, give me a call. My tire swing's available.