a small parade

I walk out the backdoor, through the garage and wave goodbye to two little girls playing in the green turtle sandbox. Intent and focused, one is filling a bucket while the other shapes dreams into castles. One head of silky straight brown hair, and another of blonde curls twisted tightly in the humid summer morning air.

I wave and call out a goodbye as I prepare to leave for work. Often they will run up for a hug, one on each leg, and I wrap my arms around them and ruffle their hair. Today they are lost in a world I once knew but visit no longer.

Inside the car, I check they are safely away, and begin to back down the narrow drive. One arm drapes over the passenger seat as I look to the rear and slowly inch backwards past the chimney and out into the street.

As I stop and check for traffic, I glance up and see two little ones, flip flops on their tiny feet as they hop and skip down the driveway waving. I smile and wave too, and turn the corner looking back, and there are my two little followers, running down the sidewalk blowing me kisses.

How fine some summer days can be.


6 Comments on “a small parade”

  1. Shannon says:


  2. emjayzed says:

    I loved this, so simply beautiful.

  3. How precious and a descriptive write at that!

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