That little girl of mine has a history with balloons being a component of happiness. And so it is considering that fact that I found myself humored by this sign while at dinner tonight. But is her balloon karma waning?
Sure enough, Shelby got her balloon. And her moment of subsequent happiness. But within seconds it was gone, along with her balloon that floated off to the unreachable ceiling. Sure, it was replaced shortly thereafter by the kind staff, BUT her helium-based representation of bliss was again diminished by carelessness only a few more minutes later. While in the car, driving away, before even exiting the parking lot, there was a startling pop that was her glee's demise.
In the confused after-moment, I smiled. Not necessarily just because I was glad she had stopped flailing the thing about in the car, but perhaps also because there was hope that Shelby would realize that balloon-happiness was a gift and not a certainty. It must be treated with utmost care, as it may burst away in the blink between tears of joy and sadness.
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