My husband and I had few surprise moments of unexpected glee, joy, just plain fun.
In September, my son was visiting from Las Vegas – a 50th birthday trip. We had a wonderful family gathering and dinner in our home – cousins, aunties (one had traveled quite a distance), sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, sons, grandchildren – you get the picture.
My sisters picked up some helium-filled balloons. They’ve lived in a corner of our dining room for two months (the balloons, that is:). They’ve hung in there, lasted, they’ve rested against the ceiling. They’ve been a daily reminder of a very special day with some of our most loved. Fun, pictures, good food, a lot of “catching up”.
A joyous day celebrating my son, and each other. Family who are also friends!
Today, my husband said he was ready to put the balloons away. And so was I. On his way to the door, we looked at each other and, at 71 and 75, we felt like little kids again. We headed to the backyard, made some wishes, filled those balloons with our worries, and let them go. We laughed. We watched until we could no longer see them. We marveled at their movement. We felt some moments of freedom and exhilaration. We laughed again. And we still have our memories of that day.
We also decided that we’ll go buy more balloons and do that again some time soon. Just because….
Oprah’s Lifeclass…What gives me joy?