We go to the balloons each year like faithful little balloon groupies. There are always a few new ones and a few old faithfuls that we’ve come to know and love.
The tradition has become– everyone who is willing to wake up before the creepy crack of dawn to see the balloons fill up and take off–MAYBE (depending on the weather!)— shows up at the same area of the park each year. We sit around shivering and bundling up in blankets, eating fruit pizza– gallantly made by Nate these days. Thanks Nate!
Once the balloons either all go up, or all stay down we gather up and come home–where a nap is certainly in order.
It’s one of those things that we’ve just done…rain or shine because it’s another chance to be together and laugh our silly guts out. That always feels important.
You know?
