Playground Love.

This weekend was full of firsts. Hendrix had his first real playground experience.
When did this happen?
All of a sudden I awoke and there I was a mother pushing her baby in a swing.
Chubby little feet free from the confines of shoes and socks, dangled in the air.
Fat, little toes catching wind between them.

My baby. Blue Eyes and pouty lips.
How did I get here?

I swear this must be a dream.

I could watch for hours as father and son play.
Games of tag and airplane and endless pushes on swings.
Telling secrets under trees.

and my step son?
When did he become a little man?
Long limbs and loud giggles?

This family of mine, it is so full and complex and insanely perfect.
The happiness I get from it is so overwhelming.
Why me? How did I get so lucky?

I've hit the jackpot.