Bubbles

Today ISH spilled bubble solution on the back porch.  There were tears because he thought that would be the end of what he had hoped to spend the afternoon doing. 

But I got down on the porch with him and showed him how to pick up the puddle of solution with the wand (a moment of motherhood ingenuity) and all the fun bubbles blown onto solution can bring.

Giggles.  Lots of them as he moved the bubbles around and stacked them together.  Examining them as he never would have really been able to from the traditional dip-blow-bubbles-into-the-Okla.-wind model we normally go for around here.

I'm thankful for the reminder that some times it's through the spilled bubble solution of my own life that opportunities open up for me to be able to experience something amazingly new.