There were about 8 or 9 balloons that launched that evening. Isaiah got a little upset when the first one started drifting away. He was frantically pointing at it and looking at me, almost in a panic. I had to reassure him that they were going bye-bye, and they'd be back later.
We could have got a lot closer, but we stayed back in the field a little ways to give the kids room to run around. Which turned out to be a good thing, as they went CRAZY over the balloons. Every time one started to lift off, they'd run around in circles, yelling bye-bye and blowing kisses, waving like maniacs. (There was a group of hoity-toity older women sitting next to us, and I'm pretty sure I saw a few eyerolls, but heck- if I wasn't as big as a balloon myself- I would have been jumping up and down, too. It was just that cool!)
(BTW, in that last picture, I swear it's a happy face. He was just having so much fun, running around and yelling!)
