Family · Parenting · Perspective

Cartwheels

I woke up early this morning for my run. Achy and sore.

Standing at the sink filling my cup, I remembered that these aches were the result of an afternoon of fun.

Uninhibited fun with my daughter in our yard.

The sprinkler was on. My mini- me and I were in ruffled swimsuits. She’d run thru the water, jumping or twirling over the height of the water, and land in dramatic fashion. Hands on hips or arms outstretched. A variation of open mouth, smile or pursed lips. Then it was my job to copy it.

After every combination imaginable and a considerable amount of rural traffic, we shifted to handstands and synchronized cartwheels.

A blissful hour and worth all the aches this morning.

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