1 hour, 20 mins

1 hour, 20 mins... 1 hour, 20 mins...

That is how long we waited in line last Saturday for his "princess hat".

A friend who had seen us at the Farmer's Market asked us how long we stood in line for the balloon guy.  I admitted to her that for (at least) the first hour, I did not have the best attitude about waiting.  And then, it hit me...

Someday, Ruby will think that the balloon guy is lame.  Someday, Ruby will think I'm lame.  Someday she will be asking for the keys to my car, or tuition to a private college, or permission to marry her prince charming.

 

Somehow, after thinking all of that in line at the farmer's market, 1 hour and 20 mins for a balloon didn't seem so bad!