I read in the paper last week that a Hot Air Balloon Festival would be in a neighboring town this morning, and I planned to get up early and take the kids. Then I failed to write it down and forgot all about it.
When the kids got up today, I told them to throw on some clothes and we would go to the donut shop. My intention was just to get them out of the house so Jonathan could have a somewhat restful morning.
When we pulled out of our neighborhood, we spotted three hot air balloons in the sky, and I was reminded of what I had intended to do this morning! So we drove out to the festival, and called Jonathan and he decided to come join us. We parked on the side of the road, directly next to a field where two of the balloons were inflating and lifting off about 50 yards away. We were close enough to hear the "whoosh" of the flame. It was impressive! We saw about 15 balloons take off and land in the distance.
Ryan decided that he wouldn't want to ride in that "tiny" basket. I think Dylan may have jumped right in if given the chance! 
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