Pixie Dust

Today the Hubs was home for a while, and we pulled out the bubbles because we love watching Newbie go bananas.  He has a bubble fetish, and it is such fun to watch. Just like he does every time, Newbie squatted down on the floor and meticulously popped each and every bubble he could find.  Each time he looked up from his task, the Hubs blew more tiny bubbles into the air, and Newbie giggled at the floating soapy snow, then dropped back down to the floor and got to work. Watching the bubbles float in the air always reminds me of pixie dust.

All it takes is faith and trust...and just a little bit of pixie dust. -Disney's Peter Pan

After the Hubs left for work and Newbie went down for his nap, it became a drop your toothbrush in the sink with a mouthful of sudsy paste and bawl your eyes out to the bathroom counter top kind of morning.

There are portions of this experience that come in waves.  The tears decide to show up at the strangest of times.  Brushing your teeth?  Check.  Trying to find a pair of pants that fit now that you're not pregnant anymore but not looking like you're not pregnant anymore?  Check.  Chubby baby picture of Newbie scrolling across the computer's screen saver?  Check.

My house has never been more full of tear jerkers.

But when the tears fall, they often leave as quickly as they come because I cling so tightly to the hope I have in my baby's story being so wonderfully interwoven with Jesus' story.  I know my baby is happy, and that makes me happy.   

When the tears hit the sink, I remember the faith I have in knowing my Savior lives.  I remember the trust I have that God never goes back on a promise and that my little baby is with Him; then I smile through the damp blur in my eyes.

I go downstairs, pull out a bit of pixie dust, and set it on the kitchen counter to enjoy when my boy gets up from his nap, because if there's one thing that brightens a day, it's those roly poly fingers popping away at the teensy spheres on the floor, his head unknowingly speckled in the very bubbles he's working so hard to pop.

(How squeezable is that boy with his diaper hanging out of his pj bottoms?!  Mmm-Mmm!)

(On another side note- Newbie is playing with Gymboree "Oodles Bubbles".  They last forever and are the BEST! Days after we play with them, we'll still find little orbs balancing on shelves or on dining room chairs.  They are such fun.)

Hoping you are filled with faith and trust today...and that you find just a little bit of your own pixie dust to enjoy this afternoon. =)

xoxo,

Brittany