It's the little things that bring shear joy to our lives. Like seeing new things through Sophia's eyes. It's chasing a cat through the house or running and screaming through the spray of the garden hose. It's the delirium of being sleepy but doing anything you possibly can to stay awake. It's not walking any more, but running any place our little legs take us. It's a sunny day and all we want to do is go outside and play. And then there are the bubbles. Those little spherical rainbows of fun. They appear in multitudes, float on the breeze, and disappear just as soon as we catch them, but while they are here, they make us squeal with laughter. That's shear joy.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Bubbles
It's the little things that bring shear joy to our lives. Like seeing new things through Sophia's eyes. It's chasing a cat through the house or running and screaming through the spray of the garden hose. It's the delirium of being sleepy but doing anything you possibly can to stay awake. It's not walking any more, but running any place our little legs take us. It's a sunny day and all we want to do is go outside and play. And then there are the bubbles. Those little spherical rainbows of fun. They appear in multitudes, float on the breeze, and disappear just as soon as we catch them, but while they are here, they make us squeal with laughter. That's shear joy.
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beautifully written. She is a doll!
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