8 months ago yesterday we saw these hot air balloons out my hospital window while we were waiting for my induction to start. It was a moment of beauty in a very dark time.
Since then hot air balloons have always reminded me of Noah, but I don’t think I’ve actually seen any flying.
Until this morning. 8 months from day 2 of my induction. And exactly one year from the day I ovulated and conceived Noah.
The balloons this morning brought me to tears. They felt like a sign from Noah. They were exactly what I needed this morning.