Friends and family are making up my slack when I couldn’t face a walk with my toddler down to a local event. Z wouldn’t have missed it.

Kid brought home a balloon.

I haven’t been able to look at the half-full helium tank in my house, from an overpriced home kit that Zack wanted to dole out slowly at celebratory dinners or just because, to see the utter joy as his son was transfixed by the floating properties of each balloon.