Ryan came home with an armful of bubble wrap tonight: a toddler’s dream-come-true.  Vivienne got down to business right away, stomping and popping.  She took a break for dinner and even for dessert, but with a few bites of her ice cream cone left, she asked to get down and informed me importantly, “I have some more bubblin’ to do!”

While I caught up with my mom on the phone in the quiet basement, the floor shook above me as Ryan and V danced all over the rest of the bubbles to Toby Mac’s “The Slam”.  Now that’s what I call a rockin’ daddy-daughter date.