Adventures in Rachel-land

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Grass Stains

I lay on my back in the grass on Aunt Julie's front lawn, satisfactorily tired. You roamed the yard, stretching your legs after being horribly trapped in your stroller while we exercised. I tried to keep one eye on you while still trying to give some enthusiasm to my crunches. I called you towards me and away from the street that was beckoning. You lurched towards me in that way you do when you are moving faster than your body can catch up. You collapse on my chest, laughing. I lift you straight up in the air and you giggle. I have no doubt that when I am 85, sitting in a retirement pod, these are going to be what I am recounting as the best moments of my life.


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