The bouquet of shiny red and blue stars jostled each other for position against the car’s soft tan ceiling. The squeak of plastic rubbing plastic made me think about the community that can be nourished by the simple act of buying helium balloons for a friend.
It was Monday, and of course Mondays can be a hard start to the work week. I climbed into our green Ford F150 truck with the mission of celebrating a friend’s success by taking her this floating gift. . . . [see more]