You make all of my days complete. When I am losing myself in the day’s tasks and am left with no options but the bubble machine (it spreads its bubbles and helps me clean the floor), you remind me how to enjoy the simple things in life.
Your face lit up like DC fireworks on the 4th of July. Enamored with all that is soapy and sticky, you reached for those glycerin spheres in the air and joy filled my senses. Your excitement reminded me: this is now. I want to thank you for showing me everything is going to be OK.
When all of my walls are crumbling down, there are always bubbles.
Thank you, sweet girl.