Tuesday, June 5, 2012
There is something magical about the playground for a child. I vaguely remember it, but I watch Zoey play and I can feel it again.
Last Friday we were at a playground where my parents live and we ended up staying for about 2 hours. Zoey had a blast there. She met not one, but three different sets of friends to play and pretend with. I am so thankful that Zoey has no problems making friends, even for just an afternoon.
We kept meaning to leave, but I was reading a really good book and Zoey was having so much fun so we just sat around for quite a while. I would go help push her in the swing, but other than that she is prefectly happy being independent and making the most of the playground.
I love Zoey's imagination. I hear her with her new friends for the day pretending to be in a cage behind the bars of the platform or crossing a raging river full of alligators going across the bridge. It makes my heart smile.
There is something magical about the playground. I hope Zoey keeps the magic alive as long as she possibly can.