A Good Day

This morning I dropped my kids off at school and watched my tiny, youngest daughter run for the swings. The only swing left was forehead high on her. Watching her struggle to climb in it, I saw a second- or third-grader heading for her, and thought, "Uh-oh, she's about to get kicked out." Instead, the other girl helped my daughter up into the swing and pushed her until she laughed and screamed with delight. I'm not sure it gets any better than that -- for my daughter or me.