I remember her and smile.

5 years old and on the swing.

Her knees extending and flexing, extending and flexing.

Until finally,

she was up.

Soaring forward

and

flying back.

Forward ,

back ,

forward ,

back.

The smile on her face,
the chains creaking,
the blue sky behind her.

“I didn’t know you could do that!”
I yelled up at her when she flew by once more.

She smiled, ear to ear an expanse of white teeth shining,

“I always had it in me – but I hadn’t found it yet!!!“

Her pumping continued, her swinging continued, but the words stuck.

huh.

I smile to remember. And to wonder.

What’s hiding out in me waiting to be found?

What’s hiding out in you waiting to be found?

hmm… to wonder.

Take good care,
Rachel