My kids and I visit the half-thawed playground. I tend to head for the bench, imagining I'll sit quietly while they play. Doh!
Mama will you push me? Mama, come ride the fire truck! Will you please help me climb up here, Mama?
Giving under-doggies, I become my Dad, who was not one to sit the bench. He gave the best under-doggies.
Another under-doggie, Mama! Another one!
Heart pounding, I run circles under my kids, lifting one over my head, then the other.
Here we are, able to be this people-powered, whirling machine, and I thank God for the work.