simple pleasures

So, the one who calls me papa is enjoying a simple activity, blowing bubbles. The transitory nature of the small globe beguiles her.. it's something she has created and she has witnessed its beginning and end. "I did it, Papa"
The surroundings are captured in the reflection and seem as though there is a tiny world of mystery within the bubble. She is entranced
So small pleasures, from which memories are made, relationships strengthened and childhood enriched.
All I added to the mix was time.