“Stop blowing bubbles!” I say to my son. “Just drink your smoothie.”
Then, I look at that wide, cheeky smile
He takes a sip
Blows bubbles
Takes a sip
Blows bubbles
The beauty of his innocence overwhelms me
How dare I stop him from enjoying the little things
If more adults took a moment to blow some bubbles
The world might be a happier place
Inspired by the word prompt, Bubbles, https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/05/tale-weaver-300-bubbles-november-5th/
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lol so true, the kind of thing I’d do 🙂
Love flying my kite
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Sounds therapeutic!
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healing 🙂
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Oh this is so sweet.
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Thank you, Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome
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Beautiful ❤❤
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Thank you 🙂
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