This little piggy went to market
Her finger wiggling my toe, a smile on my face
This little piggy stayed home
A giggle is born
This little piggy had roast beef
A squeel forms
This little piggy had none
A pause in anticipation
And this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home
Full out laughter and wiggling as her loving fingers traveled from my feet and up my legs to my tummy for a big out loud tickle.
My mother and I shared many moments like this one in our life together, silly time. We didn't stop the nursery rhyme game as I grew up, although we played less regularly. It's that memory of all those tickle times with her that I unfold in my heart today.
Today is her birthday. Today, I am remembering the laughter we shared together.