Every once in a Wyoming Spring we get a beautiful day. This day was so pretty. We played outside and she's learned to pump her legs in the swing, but sometimes she gets tired of it and wants pushed. She wanted me to push her, but she wanted it in the baby swing, the silly girl. I gave in and slipped her inside. She was swinging when she said this to me:
I loved the swings as a little girl, and I remember getting this little tickle in my stomach and feeling like I could fly and loving every minute of it.
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