It was an early morning for our little family. Andy and I dragged ourselves out of bed at 5:30 (which meant I got less than four hours of sleep), got ready and woke the kids up before the sun came up... all for a balloon launch. And it was soooo worth it!
Jax heard me come in his room and popped right up, big smile on his face and was ready to go. Ava, on the other hand, is like her Daddy and needs to shake the cobwebs out of her head before she's ready to function. However, I think I said the words "hot air balloons" enough that something in her brain ignited and by six she was practically running out the door.
As part of the local Freedom Festival, Provo hosts a three-day balloon festival at a nearby field. Apparently, it's a big deal and people drive from all over to attend. We only had to walk a few blocks and we were there. Nice.
We arrived at the field early enough that all the balloons were either still flat on the ground or in the early stages of inflation. I wish I had captured the look on the kids' faces as they took in the sight. The field was overwhelmed with bright colors, new sounds and excitement. Ava immediately gravitated toward the only all pink balloon on the field -- a giant pig. I don't think Jax had a favorite, he just kept saying "Whoa" and "bi baoon" (big balloon).
Eventually, each balloon was inflated, displaying its full glory. And they each took off, one by one, in a finely executed display of ballonmanship. Is that a word? Okay, in laman terms, it was really cool! The kids didn't take their eyes from the sky, constantly pointing out the pig, Tony the Tiger, the American flag and Smokey the Bear (who Ava originally thought to be an acorn).
An early morning... but a beautiful start to our day.