It's been a long time since I've had anyone to play on the swings with. Oh, sure, I have a kid... but he just wants me to push him. (Higher, Mommy!) But I love swinging. The wind in my hair, the rocking motion, the height and freedom like flying.
Yesterday, I played on the swings with someone special to me. We went down the slide. When we came home, there was coloring and cartoons. I don't know how to explain how meaningful that is. How amazing. I loved him already, but if I hadn't, that would have done it. My heart is full.
This boy... Being with him makes me more me. My strength is stronger. My submission is more complete. And being little is... easier. More fun.