They step off the roller coaster, their toes and bodies and noses close.
Hair drenched, arms linked, cheeks raised.
“I’m soaked!” She says, slipping her arms around me, soaking my shirt.
I could care less. Her laughter is more than warm enough.
We’re at the Mall of America (not my favorite place) going on rides (not my favorite outing).
But we’re with the sweetest of friends and all of our laughter threads, filling this big, busy place with the tiniest of gems. Each one shiny and glittery and sparkling.
I know that laugh. She’s had it since she was four months old.
She’d lay on her back on the softest of blankets, shades of purples and pinks enveloped beneath, pudgy fingers and toes splayed above.
She’d reach and clasp and see something that delighted her. Anything would do, really. A smile, a book, a ribbon.
Not much has changed.
Tonight we’re at National Night Out and she’s just stepped out of a police car where she got to “play the siren.”
And that delighted laugh? Rings just as contagious as it did six years ago.
Our summer’s been filled to the brim with candy coated moments like these.
Ones that warm and sparkle and fill.
Ones that glow.
Ones that I want to wrap within the most delicate of bows and slip into my pocket to be taken out during colder days.
But instead, I throw my head back and laugh -loudly, obnoxiously, fully- alongside my family.
Taking each memory from their’s, to ours, exactly the way summer’s rays are meant to shine.
And Alison and I can’t wait to see what memories you’ve captured!
Our linky will be open August 13-17, the badge is in my sidebar, and you can find out more about Memories Captured here.
With that, let the linking and the swooning begin!
- Inspire creativity in someone (young!) that you love. Submissions for Pens and Paint: Dream close at the end of August. Find out more here.
- Buy a book, fight cancer. Find out about Write for the Fight here.