waking up to balloons
Sunday morning I woke up to a sound all too familiar. Hot air balloons. I was so excited I jumped out of bed as if I were 5 and it was Christmas. I saw my parents had already made it out the door, as had most of the neighborhood. I knew I wouldn't know anyone, so I jumped up, threw on my robe, and ran outside. Oh how wonderful. We watched them all and were surprised to see some coming awfully close! One landed just behind a house but my mom thought it might have hit a tree. She told my dad to get the video camera and capture the moment because, "this is news!" In Chagrin...it is.