The Husband is in charge of bath time at night.
Bubbles. Giggles. And squeaky clean babies!
We have all been hit by the flu the past week. ALL OF US. This is the first time The Husband has had to use a sick day for himself in over two years. TWO YEARS PEOPLE. So sneezing, sniffing, and coughing has been a part of our every day for the last week.
Last night The Husband sneezed and our little ones cracked up while they were in the tub. So he picked up some bubbles and play-sneezed bubbles all over both of them. I could hear the laughing echo through the house. Perhaps the best sound I have ever heard. Both of them were belly-laughing so hard-they even sound like each other when they laugh. I was attempting to put away a weeks worth of laundry, taking out the trash, and putting a days worth of toys away upstairs. But after hearing the fun literally echo in the house I had to just stop and take in the moment.
Thank you bubbles.
Thank you Husband.
Thank you for belly laughs-clean children-and a peaceful night of sleep.
