"Mom is balloon day coming up? It feels like it is," says L from the back seat on the way to soccer practice.
"Yup buddy, pretty soon," I reply.
"I love that day. We get to play and have donuts and send balloons all the way to heaven."
"Yeah, it's a nice morning."
"Do you think the balloons are really getting there?"
"I don't really know L, but I hope they do and it makes me feel better doing it."
"Yeah, me too. Do you think Great Grandpa sees them too? I think we should send him some too."
"He probably does, but that day is really all about remembering Aunt Jeanne and Uncle Mike and how much we love them."
"Was that the day of the car crash and when they died?"
"Yeah, buddy it was," I reply with the lump starting to form in my throat.
"Well I think all three of them are up there drinking beer and singing and waiting for the balloons to come."
I chuckle to myself and reply, "Maybe buddy, maybe."
"Did you know there is a berry in Australia that makes everything takes sweet? I'd add it to toothpaste. Wouldn't that be a good idea?"
Life with a seven year old is such a blessing.