I’ve been watching my oldest daughter on a tire swing the past few days. Each day she takes it a little higher and her smile gets a little brighter. It’s almost as though she is pushing the ride to take her to her “happy”.
I was talking to a friend the other day who saw a picture of her laughing and swinging. We discussed how happy she was and how I hated that eventually she had to get off the swing and put her feet back on solid ground.
I think that is where I am a lot of the time. I’m enjoying the ride, but constantly thinking about when it has to end. I’m not ready to put my feet back on the solid ground of reality.
How I wish I could be more like my daughter. Not focused on where she was before she got on the swing and never thinking that the ride will ever end.
In the moment.