They moved their homemade seesaw out onto the grass between two trees. The evening sun hung on their dancing words and fell slowly toward the horizon. The light shone through their hair, rays spotting the shadows behind them and adding contrast to the curves of their necks.
I stuck my face closer to the back window, gazing out through the kitchen into their world. They could not stop laughing. The sight of their love and affection for each other softens my face and deepens the wrinkles around my eyes as I smile. For my life, for theirs, for ours.