So, now, if you know the song…you can have it stuck in your mind too, like it’s been stuck in mine since I saw this photo of my oldest blowing bubbles…
I’m not sure why, but we often, still—even though the boys are grown–have bubbles at our get togethers. Almost everyone will grab a bottle of them at some time and start playing.
I love bubbles. There, I said it. I love how they float on the air. I love how they get a rainbow pattern on them. I love how when I photograph them, I can see reflections in them. I confess to even looking for a bubble machine on Amazon…
So there you have it…my confession of the day… I love bubbles. Now I think I’ll go find a bottle of bubbles and go play for awhile. Anyone care to join me?