Fantasizing

This weekend has been designated as "get the spring yard work done" weekend. While I was in Eastern Europe, Dean started painting the house, so I came home to 1/2 of it being a different color. He's been working on that project today.

Angela and I have been working in the back yard. Ok, well I've been working while Angela torments plays fetch with the dogs. I was raking all the leaves out from under the climber (you know, the one Angela never plays on?) when Angela came over and sat on one of the swings to watch me. She couldn't sit still for long before the swing took over and she was laughing and talking to all her invisible friends, just having a good time.

I stopped to watch her, and couldn't help but think about the empty swing sitting idle next to her. It's just waiting for another little girl to sit in it, swing it high, feeling the wind and sun on her face: to feel the freedom that comes with something so many of us take for granted.

I turned and looked at the rest of the yard. There's the Tball T that Angela has outgrown but is just the right size for Ianna, and the little kid lawn chairs that we've left out for the rare occasion we have little kids over. There are lots of things in our yard to share with a sister, and I can't wait to hear her laughter as she explores!