When you're two years old, there aren't many things you can do all.by.yourself.

But since a certain little person discovered how to loop her arms through the giant rope swing, climb to the highest point along the trunk of the tree and dive forward, we've hardly seen much of her inside these walls.

When the house seems a little too quiet, I can peek out the kitchen window and catch a glimpse of the rope--swaying back and forth. And if I listen hard enough, I usually hear some two year-old chatter and some squeals of delight. And when I call her name out the window, "Elizabeth???" I hear in reply: "Swinging, Mommy." And I know, as if I didn't know already, exactly where she is.