I was sitting in the back room in late morning, doing a little IM and e-mailing, and looked up to gaze at the greenery beyond the big windows. Goodness! Suddenly there was a lovely bouquet of blue, white and silver balloons, tied with ribbon, floating across near the tops of the trees! As I watched, they drifted slowly down and alit on the back deck, under the umbrella on the glass patio table.
I couldn't believe my eyes; but I ran out, gathered the gift, and tethered the bouquet to the railing of the porch fence – where it floats and waves gaily, even now.
I asked my friend Sarah, who was on the chat line with me at the time, if this meant that it was my turn to give a party (since these balloon clusters are often tied to the gate of a party-house); she made a lovely reply: "Maybe the party is just for you."
Every day is a sort of party at this cottage; but today was made very special by that gift from above!
2 comments:
Loved that balloony story, Ma!
When I was very pregnant w Lily, the gals gave me two balloons, one saying 'its a girl' in pink, and a blue one with 'its a boy' - I took em both home and then had a nap. When I woke, one of the helium balloons was sort of bouncing down the hall towards me , borne on a gust of spring wind, and lo , it was the pink one. It came to rest just by my bed, bearing the Good News: its a Girl. I knew it!!!
Leenie xxx
I love that bolloony story too, Leenie! Life is full of moments of grace, if we only watch for them.
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