A bunch of hot air

Keith came running into the house this morning and told us to come outside quickly.  There was a hot air balloon right over our house!  Like we could talk to the people inside of it, it was that low.  I was sooooooooo excited!  The boys thought it was really awesome too.  Brett kept saying, "Ba-ba" (for balloon).  You see, I grew up in New Mexico and we had hot air balloons all the time.  There was a hot air balloon festival that would fill the morning sky with dozens of hot air balloons for two weeks straight.  I would wake up to them, I would see them everywhere as I walked to school, and often they would land down the street from our house or on the field at school.  So when I saw this balloon this morning and heard the sound of the flames when they pulled the handle for the heat, I felt like I was 10 years old again.  I just love how certain smells and sounds can take you back and bring up great memories.