During a routine tour of our backyard today, Bubbers and I unexpectedly found a handful of plums that were ripe and ready for consumption! Excitedly, we shared our little treasures (Bubbers eating until he hit the pit and then handing it over to me to finish).
When Daddy joined us soon afterward, Bubbers eagerly told him the wonderful news and shared with him a not-quite-ripe plum he’d surreptitiously picked when my back was turned.
Then Bubbers went off in search for more treats, only this time in our vegetable weed garden, where I was looking at a nearby fruit tree.
Suddenly, Bubbers walked out and planted himself in the middle of the garden.
Then he called out, “Mommy, I’m going ripe!”
I paused and peered at him through my plum tree.
“What did you say?” I asked with a smile.
He smiled back as he stood tall and straight in the middle of a sea of plants.
“I’m going ripe, Mommy!”
I swallowed my laughter and a gleam came to my eyes.
“Did you hear that, Love?” I said over my shoulder, “Our Bubbers plant is ripe!”
“Oh, really?” he replied.
“Yep!” I said, as I backed out of my tree and slowly walked toward our oldest son, “I think I’ll just pick him and eat him!”
“No!” Bubbers cried out with a giggle as I swept him up and cradled him in my arms.
“I’m going to nibble his sides. Would you like his legs?” I asked Charming who was on the deck.
Charming smiled and walked toward us.
I tickled Bubbers’ sides with my playful nibbles and he laughed outloud.
“No, I want his stomach,” Charming answered and then nibbled the Bubbers belly I offered him.
After we ate our fill, I set my adorable meal back down and playfully swatted his bum.
He laughed with delight and took off running.
I shook my head and wondered yet again, How on earth did we get lucky enough to have him?
Then I smiled, Our sweet, delicious Bubbers plant.