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Bubbling With Love

The new guy in my life chases me around
while we laugh and play in the local park.
He's the best man I could've ever found.
He gets me drunk without popping a cork.

We share bubbles; not the champagne kind.
The kind we blow way up into the blue sky
and when they go 'pop' we don't even mind
for it's such fun to watch them flying so high.

Looking at life through the eyes of this child
gives me a feeling that's quite hard to explain.
He brings out such an urge in me to run wild,
the riotous kind that makes me happily insane.

My grandson is a free spirit with angelic eyes
and a vocabulary that amazes me each day.
This child will grow into some woman's prize,
but his Nana wishes at the age of two he'd stay.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Marcum Wong Avatar
April 25, 2016 at 10:19 PM
I meant to say four, 2nd of March. I am so happy to watch her. I feel blessed. ; )
Marcum Wong Avatar
April 25, 2016 at 9:08 AM
This is so sweet Lin. My little granddaughter just turned two and her todler years went by so fast, but I got to enjoyher almost daily. ; )
Lane Avatar
April 25, 2016 at 9:26 AM
I envy you for having her so near. I love reading him stories and rocking him to sleep, but I never want to put him in his bed. lol silly granny. Thanks, Connie.
Smith Avatar
April 22, 2016 at 9:50 PM
We have five now, the latest were identical twin boys. Do we ever know this feeling. A wonderful reminder of what really is important. Thank you Lin. Well done...
Lane Avatar
April 23, 2016 at 8:30 AM
Look up top, next to my picture. There you'll see an envelope with what appears to be a mug of soup. Click on that and you can send soup mail
Smith Avatar
April 23, 2016 at 8:00 AM
Lin, how do I soup mail?
Lane Avatar
April 23, 2016 at 7:32 AM
5! How grand to have so many little sweet ones. Brennan is my first (and only) so far. That really is him chasing the bubbles. Eve saw my photo and suggested I write about him. Thanks for liking this one, Charlie.
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