A swinging couple converts vanilla friends
My daughter and I walked hand-in-hand, looking for animal footprints in the snow. “What’s that one, Mommy?” Emma asked. “Hmm, do you think it’s a bear?” I teased. “No, Mommy! We don’t have bears around here.” “Probably a dog then. And what about that one?” I pointed to some tiny, pointed prints. “A squirrel?” Emma guessed. “Right! High-five!” I said, holding up my hand for Emma. Our gloved hands smacked together, muted by winter wear. “Hey, it’s Maddie!” Emma yelled, and ran ahead to catch up with her friend who was just getting out of the blue minivan at the … Read more