Balloon Fest

I realized last night that I was negligent in getting a post done this week.  School has been CRAZY busy, but I am hoping that this week is a bit better.  I keep telling myself that all this organizing and hard work will pay off in the bye and bye. 

I got a call this evening from my mother. She wanted to know if there was anything I wanted from Granny's house.  That was a tough one.  There is nothing I want that would bring her back.  There are things that bring back memories, but they are just that.  Memories.

We went to the Balloon Festival last weekend.  It is an annual tradition.  In the 18 years that we have lived here, I don't think we have ever missed it.  I remember taking Laura when she was just a month old.  Becca was 4 months old when she first went. Here are a couple pics from this year.

 I want to mention the happenings of last weekend.  My Laura performed in the Rampart High School performance of The Little Shop of Horrors.  She played Rosette, one of the back up singers.  For any of you who know my Laura, you know that she is a hockey playing, jean wearing, no make up kind of gal.  In the musical she had to play the total opposite.  She wore about 10 different dresses and lots of make up.  When she came out on stage, it took my breath away.  She was beautiful.  It was a moment I shall cherish forever.  It was the moment I realized that my baby is now a beautiful woman. I have known this for a while, but there was something about other people (including boys) recognizing it too.  She did a fabulous job on everything.  I got a little teary when she did her solo at the end.  The girl can sing and I am so very proud of her.  I want time to stop and for her to remain in my home, under my wing, but I realize that more and more, she is preparing to fly on her own.  I just hope she flies home often.

TTFN.