“Watch out!” They squeal. There really is no other way to describe how eight year old girls warn and remind and help.
Squeal, it is.
The unrelenting wind blows orange plates and a pink tablecloth and even clear cups their way.
As the brightest shades of (almost) summer head towards them, some duck and others grab.
But we all laugh into the silliness braided with fanciness, the planned woven with unplanned, and one generation melding with the next.
We pass small cups of iced tea their way, fingertip to fingertip. Vanilla creaminess, hibiscus freshness, or both. (For the record, I, choose both.)
They take small sips and deep breaths, exactly the way mother daughter days at the park are meant to be savored.
“Is this for us?” One asks, as we place a platter of “Fancy Cookies” between them.
“Of course,” We answer. Relieved, for once, to say, “yes” to just one more cookie.
We’re quick to move onto the next steps, to get ahead of the clean up, the wind, their attention.
But just for this moment, we circle behind them and take in their cheeks and their smiles and their stills – rosy and bright and fading as they each may be.
Our smiles match their’s, and in this way, our friendship does the same.
The moment fleets, and they go, climbing and sliding and chasing further into the day.
As the sun warms our backs and the wind carries our girls’ laughter far, we sit a titch closer and watch them.
“They’re good together.” We say with our own eyes and smiles and words, sans squeals, for now.
This kind of goodness shines bright within days just like this.
This sweet tea party was sponsored by The Abbi Agency, Donsuemor’s, and Davidson’s Organics. You can find Donsuemor’s deliciousness on Facebook and Twitter and Davidson’s smoothness on Facebook and Twitter as well.