Yellow

There's something about a yellow balloon.

And when it's baby's very first balloon, it's even more special.

We imagine sun.  We dream of spring.  I imagine a little girl in a party dress celebrating her birthday, a huge bunch of balloons practically lifting her off her feet.  We conjure pinwheels and tulips and green grass.  I feel hopeful and happy.

Watching her grow makes me smile.  I smile more when a yellow balloon is around. 

The world is big and wonderful; new things are being introduced to her every day.  New, crazy,

breaking-the-law-of-gravity kinds of things like balloons. 

She's amazed by it.  I'm amazed by her.  It's a good feeling. 

We're ready for spring.