It was a bright, sunny afternoon in the meadow behind Grandma’s cottage. The sky was a soft blue, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of wildflowers. In the middle of the grassy field sat a large, smooth stone—warm from the sun and perfect for sitting. This was Libby’s favorite spot, and today, she had brought along someone very special—baby Lily. Libby, only six years old herself, adored her baby sister. She took her tiny hand and helped her onto the stone, giggling as Lily tried to balance, her chubby legs wobbling slightly. “You’re doing it, Lily!” Libby cheered, clapping her hands with delight. Lily squealed with laughter, reaching for Libby’s curly hair and patting her face with her tiny hands. They sat together on the sun-warmed stone, making silly faces, clapping songs, and playing peek-a-boo. A butterfly fluttered past, and Lily pointed at it with wide eyes. Libby leaned in close, whispering, “That’s a butterfly, Lily. Pretty, huh?” Lily nodded, even though she didn’t know the words yet. The two sisters were lost in their own joyful world. Every giggle from Lily made Libby laugh harder. They weren’t worried about anything—just sunshine, laughter, and the joy of being together. A gentle voice called from the cottage, “Girls! Snack time!” Libby looked at Lily and whispered, “Come on, baby, time for cookies!” Carefully, she picked her up and gave the stone a little pat. “Thanks, Mr. Stone,” she said with a smile. As they walked back, hand in hand, Libby felt happy in a way that only love and laughter can bring. Playing with Lily on the stone was the best part of her day.
