Memories

For the past several weeks, as we walk into church from the parking lot, Maddie keeps saying, "bubbles, bubbles." For the life of me, I couldn't understand what she was talking about. There weren't any bubbles to be seen anywhere. Then finally it dawned on me. Last summer we attended the church picnic. And in the little prayer garden near the entrance, she had spent a mojority of the time playing with bubbles. So now whenever we walk by, she's showing us where she remembers playing bubbles.