i happen to work next door to a place where kids go to get haircuts.

it's specifically for the littles & most of them are pretty dang cute. even when they're red and tear-streaked faces don't say "happy". especially cute when they leave with their congratulatory balloon. balloons are tricky to hold on to, no matter your age. you loosen your grip for one split second. op. there it goes.

although losing ones balloon is so very very sad, is it not the most beautiful thing on the planet to watch it soar soar soar up up up into the bluest of blue skies? i have seen many balloons slip away from the haircut kids in the past few months and have had countless experiences myself with balloon loss. there is a clash, a mash up of grief and beauty. duality of sorrow and grace.