
Today was Mother's Day. My mother loves blowing bubbles. So we got her this monstrous bubble container for her enjoyment.
Bubbles are amazing. The wind was so strong tonight and the bubbles were flying all around. Each one radiated a reflection of the world. My dad said that every bubble was a fairy being born. I love that idea. The bubbles would appear and they would contain little lights inside (really a reflection from the house). It did almost seem that there must be something more than soap involved. Bubbles are so etherial, like they are not solely from this world.

P.S.
I also could not contain myself from singing "Sing sweet nightingale"

4 comments:
i like when dogs chase bubbles :)
bubbles are fabulous.
i miss you old friend. not that you are old.
much to say. but no words come. i have started writing you countless times.
i look forward to the wedding. i may be pregnant with twins by some chilean quixote. but dont worry my dear i look forward to the event een if i have to parade my pregnancy down the isle.
tania sophia luna
i am now in peru. soon to be ecuador. soon to be colombia. soon to be venezuela. soon to be home. soon to be charlotte nc for a pleasant event.
RIGHT A NEW STUPID BLOG!
brit
why dont you blog anymore.
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