wind

Yesterday, I was hanging Jolene’s diapers on the line on the back porch. Jolene was sitting in her pink bouncy chair, bopping away under  a blanket. It was sunny and breezy and so serene. I turned my back to her just as a huge gust of wind blew through and when I turned back she had her hands on the air and her mouth was huge and ecstatic, having the time of her life on her own imaginary wind roller coaster. She is just pure being, this one. I have so much to learn from her.