Now, the first thing that you must understand is that my children LOVE balloons. They are not just amused by or fond of balloons; they love them more than life itself, more than candy, more than toys, and definitely more than each other (or so I thought). I even have a “No Balloons!” rule in our house, since I am so tired of constantly refereeing fights that inevitably end in somebody popping somebody else’s balloon and the bloodshed that immediately follows.
So imagine my joy when we went to an outdoor birthday party for their three year old cousin and they immediately shrieked at the sight of the helium balloons that were tied to each picnic table. The begged and pleaded until they were each allowed to take a balloon, and were running all over the field with them. Of course, Anarosa’s was the first to slip out of her hands and fly away. And of course there was screaming and crying. Jacob was soo happy to have his balloon, but of course his was the next to go. Now being three-years-old and going to someone else’s birthday party is hard enough, but to loose your balloon is unbearable. But, and here is the strange part of the story, Alana saw him from across the field ran over with her balloon and said: “Look Jacob, I’ll let mine go too” she let her balloon go, put her arm around Jacob and said “Look there it goes… it’s up there with your balloon! Look how high they’re going, Look! Look!
And that my friend is what can bring a grown woman to tears at a three-year-old’s birthday party.....
