Friday, July 6, 2012


The morning after we brought Robs home from the hospital, I woke up early to feed her. I picked her up out of her little white bassinet (she was still sound asleep) and looked out the window. In the field across the street there were a ZILLION hot air balloons- and it caught me by complete surprise. In my postpartum glory I opted to stay indoors- but I pulled up a chair and watched as those balloons slowly floated upwards. 

Six years later we came back to see it again.
This time, outside, with three pirates.

Time goes much too fast
(and I love every single minute.)

1 comment:

  1. I remember when they'd make their annual stop in New Mexico. It's a glorious sight.