A side dish of ice cream

A vision of a green birth alive with the passion of energy...

A soft breeze blows...

The warm air crosses the golden shimmer of the sun reflecting off little bodies running...

Wooden platforms, swings, rubber walkways, big tires, and cubby holes to climb through...

White teeth with tiny spaces in between, as giggles brake the silence...

Sand showing small foot prints of the joy that just walked a crossed it...

Independence of exploring alone, and the friendship of sharing with friends...

Grownups making weekend plans...

Children lost in the joy of this moment...

Grab and snatch her away from an swing on coming swing...

A moment later she tries to push a swing already in motion...

Flying though the air she goes as she is flatten on her back...

The ocean of tears flow...

I hold her as I say " Your OK honey"

Her friend says "Lets go get ice cream"

The river stops as the thought of the creamy cold passion enters...

Moments later we are there...

All with different flavors...

Yet all with the same big smile...

A trip to a new park with a side dish of ice cream...