Bailey

by megan
originally published at 09:20AM on Sunday, September 30, 2007

After we had stuffed ourselves to the point of resembling balloons, I decided to give my sister a break. I took my baby neice to the deserted swings. I strapped her in tight and pulled the swing close to me as I kissed her delicate forehead. The delight in her eyes grew as the swing began to move. Her laugh was like the sun on an early, spring morning. I smiled as she tried to tell me something. I was sure it was something like, “Isn’t it a beautiful day?” My nephew, Cole was jumping on the trampoline nearby and after seeing his baby sister, he climbed off and ran to me.
“I want to swing her!” he said. I watched as the steady stream of love travel from brother to sister as he played with her toes as the swing came towards him. This was how families were supposed to be.

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