today while i was sitting in traffic, i watched a lonely green balloon drift up in the sky.
i love balloons. i love them because they are whimsical. i love them because of they show up at the happiest moments--a celebration, a birthday party, a boy asking a girl to prom, a carnival.
when i was younger, i used to fill ballons with water and pretend they were pets. i would keep them in my sink and name them silly names.
maybe one day i can use them as a save the date
wouldn't this be a magical book to read to children? its about a man who discovers an island while traveling on a balloon.
"for great is your love, higher than the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies."