Friday, October 07, 2011

swings make me praise jesus {they also make me weepy}

while we were in california, we took elijah to play
at some really fun and beautiful parks.


this one in particular was my favorite.
not because it had awesome spaceship themed equipment (that was really cool though).
not because it had crazy leaning trees, but because the swings gave me a total flashback.
no idea why really, perhaps they were similar to ones i played on as a girl, who knows.
anyway. patrick and elijah were running toward the other end of the playground,
and i was stuck here. at the swings. with tears in my eyes.

i am not a kid anymore.
in my mind i could hear my dad singing his song to me, clear as ever:

hannah is the swing girl,
the swing girl, the swing girl!
hannah is the swing girl,
she swings all the time!

he sang that song to me all. the. time.
because i was swinging all. the. time.
swings were are my favorite.
pumping my legs, catching the breeze in my hair, the squeaking chains gripped in my hands.
being brave and jumping out from way up high, landing with a thud onto the ground.
i miss those days.

i miss those special times, alone with my pops at the park.
his voice sounds the exact same to me now, years later.
he still makes up funny little songs.

standing at that park, weeping at the swings, i thanked god for precious memories.
my relationship with my dad has been an interesting one.
honestly, these last several years have been the greatest, the truest.
i know he loved me way back then, too.
swings always remind me of that.

today i'm thankful for
:: swingsets ::
:: my dad, the funniest, most honest man i know ::
:: chicken pot pie for dinner tonight ::
:: my sister lives only four miles away ::
:: blueberry tea ::

what are you thankful for?

16 comments:

  1. thankful for rainy days to snuggle with the kiddies and enjoy some art time : : thankful for a healthy pregnancy so far : : thankful for homemade mac and cheese and people to share it with : :
    thanks for sharing this beautiful memory.

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  2. Oh man niece I have tears in my eyes. Hue do we grow up so fast? :-) I am thankful that I get to pick up my nephew from kindergarten today and that he goes to the same school I went to when I was in kindergarten.
    I totally get those flash backs.
    Love ya girl!

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  3. I love swings! To this day I'll swing every chance I get. My husband makes up songs all the time and it's one of my favorite things about him. I can't wait for the day our children realize his songs are an expression of their daddy's love. Beautiful.

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  4. I'm thankful that I am able to be a stay at home Mommy to my little guys. I'm thankful for a wonderful husband who loves me and loves his kids so, so much. I'm thankful for good friends, true friends. And I'm thankful for sweet memories of my childhood, much like the one you spoke about in this post :)

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  5. Hooray for precious memories how they linger......

    i am thankful for this beautiful weather, swinging with my girlies, the smile of a handsome man & my pen pal ~ who needs to keep an eye out for something on Tuesday! ;)

    xo

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  6. I am thankful for my loving family. I don't know where I would be without them! :-) And yes, those childhood memories are so special when they come on like that and swell in our hearts.

    Have a great weekend!

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  7. I have a love for swings, and to this day crave going on the swing set...feeling like a child again...with no cares in the world. I'm thankful for friends that God has put in my life that continually remind me of His love and grace. They continue to hold me accountable and move me in my walk with God.

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  8. what a sweet story, hannah.
    you are blessed to have such wonderful memories with your dad. so blessed.

    my first step dad, kenny, rigged a swing in a tree for me. he use to push me so high my toes touched heaven. i felt loved.

    my daughter emilie use to swing all. the. time. we would sing "swing low sweet chariot come'n fourth to carry me hooommmmeee." when she would swing.

    i hope she will write about that some day, and think fondly of me and how i love her.

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  9. love.

    love that your dad had such a cute song for you.

    when i was a little girl my parents owned a bike store. my dad was there ALL the time (nature of owning your own business).

    but on tuesday's after school, both my parents would pick us up, and we'd go to the park. they always took us to my favorite park, even though it was two cities away. swings galore.

    i love how thankful you are just from something as simple as standing by a swing set. crazy how God works to move our hearts!!! amen hannah, amen!

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  10. This is a good reminder that it is the small special moments and traditions we do with our children that matter most. Happy weekend to you.

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  11. I am thankful for my Dad too! And all the great memories that I have with him and my family. :) I really like this post. Thanks for making me think about the gift of memories. :) God is good.

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  12. This is such a sweet post!!
    I'm thankful for having a family
    For having a Heavenly Dad that watches after me all the time :)
    For friends
    For health and food in our table
    I'm thankful for sweet friends like you!!!!!
    xoxoxo
    LOVE YA!
    Pame

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  14. What a beautiful, sweet memory!

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  15. Oh, isn't it always the simple things that we cherish in our hearts? The special, simple times with our loved ones. That don't cost a thing.

    I love your story and your memories of your dad! I used to go to a park called Two Strike Park with my mom and dad. The swings were so huge and when you jumped it felt as though you were flying. :)

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