Balloons

Okay, so I ran out of milk yesterday and couldn't muster the energy to go out and get more so this morning's coffee was lacking to say the least. I finally gave in around 1PM this afternoon and decided that I should go to the grocery store. Then I had a great idea...Trader Joes! They have balloons and my kids, I'm sure most all kids, LOVE balloons. I mean, one of Abigail's first words was balloon. Well, more like, "Ba-oon", but we got the drift. So we go in, shop, no big deal. Then at the check-out I was hoping (and praying) that they would give us TWO balloons instead of one just for Rachel, because Abigail will throw a bona-fide tantrum if Ray gets one and she does not. Thankfully they both get a balloon and we make it out to the car with no problems...and then it happened. Rachel accidentally let go of her balloon. You would not think that this would evoke such a tremendous emotion, but low and behold my daughter was standing in the parking lot with the biggest tears running down her face pointing to the sky, sobbing and crying out, "My Balloon!". I wasn't sure if I should go back in and get another one, or if it was one of those times to try and teach my child about contentment. The decision was made for me when a kind older lady stopped and asked if she could get another balloon for Rachel. I gladly accepted. When Ray saw her bring out another balloon you would have thought she was giving her the world at that very moment.

Don't you wish all our problems could be solved with a single balloon?