It came to me this morning that tire swings are like love, they go around and around and around. The momentum is endless and all encompassing. A tire swing and love can make you sick or fill your heart with joy. Today there was no emesis but a heart so full of love.
Oh there could be more made of the analogy and certainly the story strung out to the where, when, why and who. Realms written about family love passed from one generation to the next.
But not today. I’m living in the moment. Despite the pandemic or maybe because of it the time together is more precious than gold.