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(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday: Swinging

Yesterday, I walked to a park with my daughter and granddaughters.  Oldest granddaughter experienced the joy of swinging.  Youngest granddaughter experienced the joy of sleeping.  I enjoyed watching both girls.








 
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Thanks for simple, joyful moments.

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  1. MarissaFebruary 12, 2014 at 10:11 AM

    Don't you just love to see joy in baby's face?.. I love it..
    and that sleeping baby is way to sweet just want to eat her up.
    xo Marissa

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  2. Rozy LassFebruary 12, 2014 at 10:28 AM

    How wonderful to live where you can go to the park in the winter! I look forward to grandbabies. Not that it is anywhere in the near future. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. NancyFebruary 12, 2014 at 12:14 PM

    I can almost hear her giggles!

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  4. UnknownFebruary 12, 2014 at 4:17 PM

    unless I'm confusing her with another photo, oldest granddaughter is getting big really fast! She has such beautiful hair! What a cutie!

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2014 at 5:24 PM

    Swinging is awesome - and that is one happy little girl! Love the pics.

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  6. UnknownFebruary 13, 2014 at 5:52 PM

    Love the pictures on the swing -- we are so lucky we can go out and enjoy the park and that it isn't under a blanket of snow.

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