Ten, little toes, tromping through the freshly cut grass. My son’s big, blue ball is larger than his slender, toddler frame, and he struggles to lift it over his head. He squeals with delight as he tosses his ball straight ahead, right into a pile of clippings. Tiny bugs scatter up into the air, illuminated by rays of sunlight, disturbed by our playtime. His eyes beam brightly, as he waits for me to toss the ball back once more.
*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.
Jan
