Mark's parents came to town, so this weekend we got out and about in the area. We took Carter to Tiny Town, something I've always wanted to do, but have never had a reason to go. Carter loved peaking in the windows of the little houses and feeling so big. We also got to ride the train around the park. Here's Carter standing on the front steps of a house, and then lounging on the front porch of another.
Last night we went to the Rocky Mountain Balloon Festival (video) and it was magical. We brought a picnic and sat in the grass while we were surrounded by 25 or 30 hot air balloons being rolled out and inflated. Carter was entranced because he always spots the balloons on our way to work, and now he got to be up close and personal with these enormous balloons. After the sun set and all the balloons were inflated, they do something called a moon glow, where every few minutes they do a count down and all the balloons fire their burners at the same time. You feel like your a magical world for just a few seconds, surrounded by all the glowing balloons. Check these pictures out.
I felt that awe of a young child when the present seems to envelop you and take away thoughts of any other time and place. I was surrounded by the moment and felt such childlike amazement at what I was seeing. It was a meditative experience of sorts that leaves your soul feeling full and satisfied. I'm already looking forward to going back next year.
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