Simply bubbles

It sounds cliche I've heard it so many times, but it really is the simple things that mean the most. Making enormous bubbles in the backyard isn't something you have to plan for in advance, it's just a dip of the wand into the soapy solution really. But the fun that ensues after that dip; that's the real magic.

Simple. Easy. Fun.

I love the sound of the boys' laughter and watching them chase the bubbles, trying to catch just one before it pops, watching Henry fall into the bushes he doesn't see because his eyes are fixed on that bubble and William gasp as a bigger bubble than the one before glubs out of the wand. During times like that, doing simple sorts of things, my heart feels really full. Swollen almost with joy and gratitude for these two precious boys and the days I get to spend with them.

Lately I've had several swollen heart moments. Hearing the boys giggle together while I'm washing the dishes, pushing them in the super heavy double stroller while the warm sun beats down, sidewalk chalking the driveway. I try to linger on those moments for an extra long time because there are usually twice as many not so sweet times. Crying baby while I'm washing the dishes, Henry in time-out, whining 3-year old in time-out, crabby baby while I'm making dinner, rain keeping us inside, fighting over sidewalk chalk, tantrum having baby coming inside. The list goes on. There are certainly times I blame my mothering but I also realize that this is motherhood. There are going to be hard days. But there are also going to be simple moments of sweetness mixed in there with them.

Bubbles. A break and moment of sweetness. I don't think my boys have ever cried while we were blowing bubbles. (Now I'm thinking I should have a bottle in every room of the house?!)