I don't know quite how it happened, but sometime between first steps and running, Cullen has affectionately become known to me and Jim as Bubbles. It's probably because we originally called him Wubbles, which I annoyingly turned into Wubbles Bubbles and then dropped the Wubbles. Or maybe it's because he is my Bubbles. My absolute favorite picture from my wedding day isn't even of me, it's of one of my best friends blowing bubbles while waiting for us to leave the church; just got a major rush of feeling like this nickname may have been more perfect than I ever thought.
As kids, we all delighted in bubbles; I swear I can hear my little one's happy screeches in pictures where they are chasing after bubbles. And it's that feeling of unequivocal joy that bubbles bring that Cullen- our Bubbles, has brought to us. He's my little Bubbles, spreading joy and happiness wherever he tumbles.
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!
ReplyDeleteAlso, man, you're a gorgeous bride! Holy holy Jim -- you're a lucky man! But I'm sure you already know that.
I'm so glad you're blogging about the boys. Not only for all the wonderful Mom reasons like having a permanent testament to both Cullen and Arden's childhood but also for the more selfish reason that I get to see pictures of them on a regular basis and they always make me smile.
xx