Which I'm a little sad about. Because, this weekend is the annual International Balloon Fiesta (I always want to call a Festival, but it's not. It's a Fiesta.)
Nathan and I have said for years that we want to go, and not just because he grew up in a tiny town about thirty minutes outside Albuquerque.
It just seems so magical. Strolling around hand-in-hand, taking gorgeous pictures of gorgeous hot air balloons. Add a pumpkin spice latte and I go weak in the knees.
"No one can be uncheered by a balloon."
-- Winnie the Pooh