Sometimes the simplest things are the best. Take bubbles for example.
I loved blowing bubbles as a kid and could sit on our front porch entertaining myself, the soapy liquid running down my arm, until my fingers were wrinkled and slippery. I marveled at their size and shape, and tried to master the art of the perfect bubble blowing technique.
Then, somewhere along the way, I got too big for my britches and decided I was too old for bubbles-- And my daily summer ritual ceased.
Many decades later, in a second, I was transported back to my childhood and reminded of that favorite past-time-- This photo arrived today and took me there-- It made me smile.
My great niece is mesmerized by the simple art of blowing bubbles-- something she's learning to do... in between trying to catch as many of them in their tiny hands as possible. She will sweet talk her aunties and older cousins until they surrender joyfully and blow her a few thousand more bubbles to dance with.
It's been years since I blew bubbles and although my niece is half way across the country, I got myself a big bottle of bubbles today and practiced blowing great big ones in her honor.
Are you having fun this summer?
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