Sooo... I'm 26 years old and I still had yet to experience a balloon dropping until this past Saturday night. It was thrilling, folks, let me tell ya! Actually, what made it thrilling was seeing Evelyn's face light up when the thousands of "boo baa's" started falling. We went to Jared's company party on Saturday night down in DC, met up with some friends for tacos, and scurried by the National Christmas Tree.
There was a 10 minute period where I stood on the curb on the corner of New York & 14th, cuddling Warner in my arms. Jared took Evelyn to get the car and so there my baby boy and I sat waiting and watching the cars go by. I'm a people watcher. Are you? I'm always captivated by human interaction. I think about all the millions of people in the world, all going about their own business, all loving a specific someone, all having dreams. Some are happy, some are sad. All are struggling in this life, rich or poor. As Jared pulled up, I waved to Evelyn in the back seat. My loving husband came out and folded the stroller while I buckled Warner in all snuggly in the carseat, handed Evelyn her sippy cup and off we drove through the city lights. At that moment I was people watching the three people in my car. And I loved what I was seeing. That night was especially merry and bright.
P.S. I did a fun interview over here last Friday. I'd love for you to check it out :) TJ runs such a great blog!