From the early years with our twins, we noticed a funny pattern. Every six months or so, our daughters would go through a wrestling phase.
We would hear giggling from another room, and when we went to investigate, we would find them sprawled out, laughing and taking turns pinning each other. They would do this repeatedly over a couple days, and then forget about the activity for awhile. Until the next round, four or six months later.
It started like this:
The joy was always like this:
Last week, I heard laughing in our front yard. Here’s what I found when I went to find out what was going on:
Carry on, girls. Carry on.
© Laura Goetsch and Thinking About Such Things, 2015.