Welcome Home

Wherever my ventures may take me throughout the day, there is one thing that is sure to set sail my mornings and welcome me home on most evenings.

The balloon has become more than just something that we see on our way to school and home. It has become almost a symbol. Where the boys still squeal in excitement, I release an immediate sigh of relief. Today, as I drove back home from Charlottesville with more on my mind than usual, I passed Edinburg and there it was and like most often, I knew everything was going to be okay. Five years and eleven months and counting until we take flight. I have promised, pinky sworn in fact, that the three of us will go up when Bax turns ten as that is the minimum age requirement. Until then, we will chase the balloon and get "carried away" in it's beauty.