March 22, 2012

My dearest,

“Hey, look at this!”

I turn around, half-blind with the soap suds still on my face. I wash them off and I see you holding both your elbows together in a cradle position.

“Do you see it?”

Upon closer inspection, I see the transparent web connecting your arms and your torso. A glistening body wash bubble. And then it pops.

“No more,” you say, with a note of sadness.

“No more,” I agree, “but we can make some more.”

And we play about in the shower, trying to create more bubbly webs, raising a ruckus and probably frightening our neighbours at the same time. (Whatever. They’ll get over it.)

Yours, ever and always.