Dear Sawyer

Monday, April 27, 2015

Today you learned that bubbles aren't for eating. Though I admired your go-getter attitude with that plastic wand drenched in cheap diluted dish soap, I think we both can agree that some things are better left uneaten. (Don't worry, that's not my philosophy for most things.)

Your recovery from devouring those soapy spheres was about as fast as your ability to reload a fresh diaper in the middle of church. Astonishing to the point of admirable. (Slow. Clap. For. You.) No sooner had you face-planted into my lap, full of despair and a tiny mouthful of suds, were you up and Adam and ready to blow another "ba ba" into my face. You're were bubbling over with curiosity.

Though you haven't quite grasped the concept of blowing air, you kiss and drool and cry some big crocodile tears like the best sorority girl on the block. That 99-cent bubble wand has never known such love.
Your blue eyes grew wide as you watched each fleeting bubble burst in the afternoon sun. Sometimes you would laugh in amusement; other times you'd smack the orange stick in frustration, as if summoning the bubble to reappear. (Trust me, you'll be doing the same thing with your post-nursing chest.)

For the most part, you enjoyed our bubbly afternoon in the backyard. You may have been on the verge of a colossal melt down at points, but somehow you picked yourself up by your tiny pink sandals to once again watch the magical circles dance around you. 

Sometimes in life, sweet daughter of mine, we accidentally swallow a little bubble juice. Our fragile bubbles sometimes pop right before our eyes, despite how carefully we've tried to coax them into sticking around. But even in the midst of a bubble-busted, soap-slurpin' day, we can still choose to smile, to laugh, and to eagerly await the next bubble to come our way.

9 comments:

Kaysie said...

When I was baby-youngish I thought only Jesus could truly hold a bubble without it popping.

You should print these posts and make a journal for her to read when she's older. I feel like we know our parents, but we didn't really know them when they just started parenting, and she may need to read all this love when she's crying crocodile tears over boys someday.

<3

Alana Livingston said...

This is so sweet! You will definitely cherish these memories 😀

Amie said...

Very sweet. I love that you grabbed on to such a sweet moment! We can just fly by things so quickly sometimes. Bubbles never sounded more special!

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Stormy said...

So adorable! Love her little head of red hair!

Fairy Princess Jord said...

This is so sweet. She's adorable (and so are you)!

Becky said...

Ah this is so sweet and those pictures are precious! I babysat this weekend and we played with bubbles for a solid 15 minutes. He couldn't get enough. To be a kid :)

LaNeshe M.W. said...

This is so beautiful!

Lins - Domesticated Working Woman said...

So sweet!

Susannah said...

Heehee. Oh, poor girl! She's super adorable!