Sometimes it’s the small things

Sometimes it’s the small things.

I spent 1/2 hr today showing my daughter how to do cartwheels. It reminded me of the hours and hours my sister and I spend outside every summer doing cartwheels over and over. Sometimes we were successful and sometimes we weren’t, but when we fell it would usually end up in hysterical laughter. And today I helped my baby girl to do cartwheels. She’s not so great at doing them yet so she asked for me to show her. Umm, yeah, I’m old now and can no longer do cartwheels. She thought it was hilarious, my son started laughing because we were laughing.

Sometimes it’s the small things.

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