Blowing In The Wind

Cynthia has found a fascination with the leaves on the trees blowing in the wind. When we first took her to the park on our anniversary, Cynthia lay on her back watching the wind blow the trees. She would giggle at them and smile her big open-mouth, toothless smile she has. Yesterday Ben was in the kitchen washing the dishes and the blinds were open. He was telling me how she was complaining so much about being her in chair, then she just went silent. After a moment or two, Ben turned look at her to see why she went from chatting and complaining to silents. She had the interesting look on her face as if trying to figure something out, and was just staring at the wind blowing the trees outside our kitchen window. She is still trying to figure out what makes them move.