The sun was shining brightly, even though it was getting to the end of the day - which meant for some crappy photos. I was desperate to get a decent pic as I hadn't picked the camera up all day. I clicked away and then sat down on the bench to delete all the outtakes, whilst Duane pushed the kids on the swing.
Next thing there was a flash of pink hurtling through the air, a thud and then a cry for Daddy.
Poor Grace had gone to brush a lock of hair from her face and had lost balance on the swing, tumbling back first to the ground.
Daddy scooped her up and consoled her as only her Daddy can. Me, being the ever attentive Mother busily snapped the moment away. This pic is about 10 shots in, all the other ones are of her red, scrunched up face with tears streaming down her cheeks. This one is after she had settled and was telling us how she went flying through the air. There are bits of bark still on her arm and down Duane's back, and the look on her face is one of just contentment.
Doesn't matter what happens, Dad will always (try) to make it better.
I also wanted to put this pic in too......Its a flash of Xav - the child never stops!
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