1/8/25
Bubble baths. Floating bubbles and giggles and kids and my rolls that no one cares about (not even me anymore). One with my daughter and me and each boy by themselves because tonight it’s more fun to slide down the slippery side and spread out and float. Naked booty running down the hall, “can’t catch me!”, he says, but I always will.
Daily prompt challenge via For the Joy & the Sorrow: Writing the World writing intensive