A Pink Mylar Balloon
Our next-door neighbors Joe and Kayla, just had a baby!
We saw the sign this afternoon…
tied to their mailbox…
bouncing in the wind…
a pink, mylar balloon.
I spoke with Joe, the father, who happily exclaimed…
“She’s a seven pound 6 ounce baby girl and Abigail is her name”.
Abigail now joins her brother, Ollie, as their family gets redefined…
“And how is Kayla?” I asked.
Joe smiled…”She is doing fine.”
Deborah and I rejoiced at their news…
remembering when our family was that young…
thinking of all the happiness they’ve yet to encounter
all the songs yet to be sung.
Thinking how lucky they are this family….
for nothing can compare…
to the experiences that await them…
all the love they’ve yet to share.
Thinking how a new world of joy is opening before them…
that all began this afternoon….
tied to their mailbox…
bouncing in the wind…
a pink mylar balloon
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