Three Little Words

One . . . Two . . . Three . . .


As I was walking up to Union Square yesterday, thoroughly enjoying a healthy dose of early springtime, I spotted two people with a little girl between them, around 2 or 3 years old.  They counted out loud, "one, two, three," and then with a "wheee" lifted her up off the ground by her hands.  It made me realize how some things like that, little simple pleasures, just keep getting passed down from generation to generation.  I remember doing this as a little girl, and hope that someday, I can reach down to my little girl (or boy) and that my husband (future husband, that is, whomever he may be) and I can lift her off the ground with a "wheee" and be rewarded with peals of laughter.

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