Dear Everett,
You learned to pump your legs on the swing! It wasn't until your uncle John (home for a visit from med school) was able to teach you, and you got it!
I can't even tell you how tickled I was when you learned this. I loved watching you go higher and higher as you pushed those clouds with your feet and let the warm wind tickle your face. Now all you want to do everyday is swing. I love you Everett, You did it!
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