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I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles

by Kay~Kacey on 6/13/2012

man blowing bubbles

I’m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air,
They fly so high,
Nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams,
They fade and die.
Fortune’s always hiding,
I’ve searched everywhere,
I’m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.

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?