noah means business. he always has. luckily, his business is making people smile…or just downright laugh. noah has been dubbed the “joy boy” of my sister’s family, and after spending five minutes with him, you’ll see why.
on an impulse, i grabbed my camera and drove all the ten minutes it takes to get to my sister’s house. she wasn’t home, but i snagged my nephews from next door. since my older nephew didn’t want to go on a walk, noah & i searched through the closets of his room and through buckets in the garage for what we needed. our supplies? a cowboy hat, two buckets, and a bottle of bubbles.
and we roamed the fields. and by roamed, i mean we first had to make a pathway to said field through a tree with a mess of branches. and by we, i mean i who carried three-year-old noah through to the other side.
and we laughed. and explored. picked flowers for mama that got lost again along the way. and we’d find shade and blow bubbles. because bubbles shine in the sun and dance in the sky. just like sweet noah.