one, two, three, swing

I met my girls for lunch this afternoon, and afterwards, we played around for a short while in REI. June found the sports drink aisle particularly interesting. Although I often preach to her the importance of proper hydration, I think her interest in the containers of Cytomax and Accelerade was motivated less by my sports-drink sermons and more by their stackability. She created several masterpieces in the short time we were there; I doubt the store has ever looked more beautiful.

When we left the store and walked to our cars, Adrienne and I walked alongside June, each holding one of her hands. Soon we were saying, "One...two...three," and then swinging her off the ground. She screeched with approval. I still remember my siblings and parents doing the same for me when I was little, so it was especially nice to see June enjoying one of my favorite childhood memories.