No, this is not a swingers blog. This is about becoming a child again.
Some of you may know that my brother brought his family to visit me on a holiday for the first time. His oldest son is eight and twin sons are five. You may wonder why you see me as a blur on the swing, and only my five-year-old nephew next to me. Well, the children, and in fact, the thrill of having them here, made me feel like a kid again. This was how I expressed my joy.
We had a lovely time. I relished in every minute of their visit. When they left it was bittersweet. I have beautiful memories. They may likely be the only memories of such a visit. But, one never knows. I’m open to more in the future. Most importantly, I hope my nephews will remember the visit for the rest of their lives.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to write more about the visit soon. May this blog post find all who read it blessed with the joy I felt on the swing. If not, try getting on a swing and free yourself in the breeze.
P.S. Thank you to my Mom for putting this together for all of us. We love you.