I feel like one with the universe. Last week, I took kiddo and girlfriend to a hotel and we were playing with the bubbles in the saltwater whirlpool, which got me to thinking about something I wrote on GardenWeb 15 years ago.

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Journal 6 July 2007

Bubbles

Last Friday my husband had to have minor surgery. I decided it was my job to keep the little fella occupied and out of dad's hair so that he could rest. We began with errands, such as running to Target to pick up pieces for his uniform to attend the upcoming school year, getting groceries and picking up lunch for dad when he awakened, blah, blah, blah, but quickly grew bored with the small things and decided to do something better. With such an undefined goal, we were stumped. Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs dangling over the end, he was playing with an action figure. Reclining next to him on the floor, I was staring at his colorful buckets filled with interesting things to do. Thinking about how we needed to sift through the half outdated things (little boy vs. big boy), my eyes lit on the bubbles. I lay it all out on the floor and decided to entice him by picking up the battery powered one, poured a bit of bubbly into the tray and then switching it on. Zooming like Speedy Gonzales off the bed and onto the floor and sending his Spiderman hurtling into his covers, he joined me! We took the whole kit and caboodle out to the front porch. I first left him to his own devices in order to delve into more serious matters undisturbed, but it didn't last; their effortless floating beckoned me to easier times. Joining him, I picked up his discarded wand and began to breathe deeply and freely. I could feel the stress leaving my lungs and entering into the shiny spheres. Watching them glint in the sun, I could see each chambered pain, bathed in ethereal love and then dissipate in the distance. He was chasing each bubble, popping them, his tensions releasing simultaneously with each snap of the diminutive globes. We figured out you could catch one and blow a whole new set or blow on one and it would split into several more. Who knew you never outgrow bubbles?