Today I spent a good half hour blowing bubbles with my son on the porch. Up until now, he's never been able to control his breath and little mouth enough to blow bubbles on his own. He desperately wanted to learn how to "do it myself" so I had him practice and practice and practice. He had so much fun and when he finally figured out how to do it, he was thrilled! Look at that happy face! He was unstoppable! I absolutely love seeing life through the eyes of a child. Why can't we bottle up childhood innocence for our whole lives?
