the story of a pink balloon

Gentle Readers:

Top of the Monday morning to you.  I hope that your weather feels like our weather...only a little less humid.  The temperature is dropping and that is fine by me. 

Let's back-track a moment, shall we?

::sounds of dreamy chimes::

Before the busy Labor Day weekend in Charlottesville, we went to Saxon to find Immy a good pair of crawling shoes. It was our good fortune that select summer shoes were at a discount of 50%. So, we found a suitable set and made our way to the checkout.  Where we waited.

And waited.

You see, Henrico County schools were starting in a few days, so the place was packed with moms and childrens, all needing to be fit for back-to-school shoes.

"Why are they waiting until the very last second to shop for shoes??" , wondered the couple and baby who were buying shoes on their way out of town.  :)

Anyway, if a kid buys a pair of shoes at Saxon they get to select and take home a shiny balloon.... but by the time our turn came to pay I was ready to just get out of there. I certainly didn't want to wait in another line for a balloon. We left the store. Outside I noticed my husband was looking a little sad. I question. He says:  "I told her she could have a balloon. And I think she wants one." 

So, back into the store go Daddy and Im.  They emerge in a bit with a shiny pink balloon. And smiles all around.

My heart melts.

More on the happenings. Soon.

Love.