my youngest friend (he turned 1 a few weeks ago) has discovered the joy of blowing bubbles, or rather of other people blowing bubbles for him, and he has a delightful way of expressing his joy re: the sudden appearance of bubbles for no reason other than his amusement. I’ll be blowing bubbles for him with the little plastic wand, and he’ll reach out his grabby little hands for some and just twist his head around to watch others float away, and after a few bursts of bubbles he’ll get overwhelmed with the sheer joy of existing and seeing beautiful things and he’ll reach out as if to take the plastic bottle of bubble liquid from me, so I’ll twist the lid back on as tight as I possible can because I know that little dude would chug the whole thing if we let him, and then I’ll hand him the sealed container and he’ll swing it around with delight a few times before thrusting it back toward me or dropping it straight in my lap, so that I can continue to make more bubbles happen to him. and there’s just something really beautiful about this guy who has very few ways of expressing himself or communicating his thoughts finding a way to express that he loves this by taking the source of his joy only so he can hand it back to me over and over, to say this is good. good things happen when you have this. let’s please keep doing this.