Spinning in the Bubbles

It is the last weekend of summer
and you are indulging —
a twirling, giggling mess of toddler.
"I'm spinning in the bubbles, Momma!"
And you are.

Soft little lips spit with effort
and each bubble is a hard-fought victory.
Your triumphs may be small,
but you rejoice in them like a Viking.

A soft sun slips behind the clouds and we know
these warm days are turning into cool nights.
But for now, we are dancing.
Twirling and giggling.
Lost in this one moment
of pure joy.

"I'm spinning in the bubbles, Momma!"