The Blue Balloon

 

We had a big 30th birthday party for Reed on Sunday night. In the middle of the party, John let a helium balloon fly into the sky. (Of course) The boys were distraught. I walked Nate outside to see if we could find the balloon:

Nate, where do you think the balloon went?
"I think it went up to Jesus in heaven. Maybe if I pray to Jesus and he will bring it back to me."

After I put the boys to bed for the night, we heard Nate calling from the top of the stairs. John went to check it out and in the sweetest, quivering-lip voice, Nate told him that he just prayed to Jesus so that Jesus could bring his blue balloon back to him.

In a creepy act of kindness, John tied a blue balloon to their bed that night.  :-)