The swing of things.

I remember my tree swing when I was growing up. Always wondering if I could pull leaves off the branches with my feet. Then realizing how high I actually was when doing that. Listening to the creak of the rope... bits of it coming off in my hand from holding on so tight. So much better than the plastic seats and metal chains at the school playground.

It was so wonderful to catch up with Sarah and Jeff again (a few of their wedding photos are still on my website even now). Adam's growing up and little Jonie is still new to the world. And there, in the corner of their backyard... the perfect tree for a perfect swing.