I recently became Godmother to a precious little girl. Being P's godmother is one of my most cherished titles. Her Mom sent a picture yesterday of P having her very first time on a swing. Not surprisingly, she is the epitome of young lady at four months with her ankles crossed and her hands in her lap - she must be reading Tiffany's Guide to Manners. Either way, she is a good reminder of what life is all about.
Made me think of the last time I was on a swing. I was probably still sporting braces. I wish I had a swing in my apartment. Just to rock in while I read or watched TV. There is such a soothing aspect to the gentle rock that eases joints from the normal stiffness that we carry around. Perhaps in my next apartment I can hang one in such a way that hides the swing factor. Or I could get a rocking chair...might be easier. Anyway, happy Friday. Hope the weekend swings in soon.
