I'm not sure there is anything that makes me happier than listening to my little grand-girls giggling and playing with sheer abandonment.
We had our first cutting of hay and before the bales were stacked for storing my little grand-girls came and played on the bales. I'm amazed at how much difference a year makes in a child. Last year Jillian couldn't begin to clear the distance between the bales.
This year she was flying over those things!
Poor little Rosetta. She just wasn't sure that she should even try. Jillian was trying to give her a little sisterly encouragement. "You do it like this, Rosy. Lift up your arms...."
"... and JUMP"!
Rosy still wouldn't jump. So back Jillian came to try to encourage her again.
She stood right there saying, "Come on Rosy. Just do it. It's fun." Finally she couldn't stand it any longer and she jumped!
And then... there was no stopping her!
She jumped... and jumped... and jumped!
And then they held hands and jumped... which resulted in some crashes!
Oh I love those little girls. And I'm pretty sure Belle feels the same way!