Today at work I walked past a table with these two little girls attempting to blow bubbles in their water and Mom and Dad getting mad at them for not behaving appropriately. This inspired me: Tonight I am going to not stand by propriety-- I'm blowing bubbles in my milk. It just makes me happy. You might think I'm bizarre, but I'm grateful that I can blow bubbles in my milk.
I adored lipsmackers as a child, and now... although they are completely useless as either chapstick or lip gloss... I still do. I can't help it. It gives me very happy memories, and I love it!
Mostly: I'm grateful for the reminders to be a kid sometimes. It's okay. Life would be boring if everyone was grown up. :)
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