Thursday, March 31, 2011

The Swing

When I was young, there was this little swing that my grandparents had on their deck, and I would swing in it for hours. The hooks for the swing were still up, so Will picked up a swing for Presley. My dad hung it up for Presley (easier said than done), and Presley loved it. When we left, my dad was going to take it down so that it wouldn't be in the way, but my grandfather didn't want him to. He wanted to leave it up because it would make him think of Presley every time he saw it. If that isn't the sweetest thing you have heard all day... Oh I wish we could be closer to them.

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