Swinging and Daydreaming

Swinging is the best.  I used to swing for hours in my grandma's backyard.  There was one giant (well, at least it was giant to my kid self) tree in her backyard with one swing.  While my brother and sister and cousins might have wanted to swing, I hogged that swing.  I would swing and sing at the top of my lungs.  Songs from "Annie" or old Patsy Cline songs.  


I would swing, sing and daydream.   Daydream about what my life would be like as a grown up, who I would marry, how many kids I would have.  


But mostly I would just be so in the moment, enjoying getting my swing and sing on.


Now I sit and watch my own kids hog the swings at the park, and they do indeed take up all the swings at our park.  I try to sing, but they all look at me like I'm crazy.  


I still daydream.  I daydream about what they will be when they grow up, who (or if) they will will marry, how many kids they will have.


But mostly I sit and I soak up the moment.  


I am looking forward to a summer full of these moments.  
We still have two more weeks of school and crazy busy life to get through and then....ahhhhhh, we can swing for hours.

This is just some of what we have going on this week. Wowza.