Swingin’
I was in my happy place yesterday afternoon.
We were outside.
And I was swinging.
About 2 {or more…} months ago I got a wild hair and asked Andrew to put a swing in our back yard. One of those rope and wood, basic as basic can be, sorts of swings that hangs from a tree limb. We have this ginormous oak tree in our back yard and there is at least one or even two limbs that are perfect for this sort of fun!
We went to Lowe’s, he bought a ton of rope and a long wooden board.
And then life happened.
Time passed and one lone rope hung from that massive oak tree in our back yard.
Last weekend I asked Andrew to please put it together so that we could enjoy it.
This weekend it got finished {life happens EVERY day.}….and I was beyond thrilled and so were our sweet kids!
Saturday afternoon, the weather was near perfect so we got outside and while the kids played with small rakes, croquet balls and R’s plastic baseball set, Andrew and I got to work on our swing.
R took a break…”Daddy, what your doin’?”
“Daddy’s making a swing for you and sister.”
With knotted rope, it was time to shimmy that bad boy up to the limb…
Yours truly had the honor of pulling that rope down and the knot up…
This was my serious face…”GIT.UP.THAT.TREE!”
That is my “I LOVE THIS!!!” face!!
So then Sunday afternoon, Andrew finished drilling the holes in the board and pulling the rope through so that we would have a seat.
Reynolds made sure it was level for us.
It is the best thing ever.
Sorry for the blurry pictures but we were having so much fun!
Eliza Jane nearly cried when we got off, so she and I got back on the swing and went until her nose and ears were frozen {not really, but it was getting cold!}.
Our seat is long enough for Andrew and me both to sit on it {bonus!}…and one picture I didn’t get was all four of us swinging and laughing. For anyone that is doing the “30 days of Thanks”….this weekend, today and forever more I will be thankful for my husband, our kids and that swing!
Aw, looks like so much fun! Every time my husband builds something, it leaves a little impression in the memories of our little guys. So many times I hear, “Daddy made me that!” 🙂
Hi Kayla, what a sweet note! And I think our son will be saying that for years as well!