I don’t want to forget

How Audrey was practicing to be a tennis player one morning last week.  Meaning, every little thing that she picked up or did was accompanied by a little grunt.  “Uhhh. Pick up a letter.  Uh. A block.  Uh.  A piece of fuzz from the rug.  Uh.  Stand up on the couch….”  You would’ve thought a ladies tennis match was going on in here if you were listening from outside.  She was working so hard, maybe on her game.

Swing squeals.  With every swing back and forth she squeals out in delight letting us know just how much fun she is having.  It is the sound of pure happiness.  I never want to forget that sound.

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