Everytime we see something up in the sky -
a plane...a cloud...the moon...a star...the sun...a bird.....
my little Otis reaches up as far as he can stretch his little arms,
looks at me with such hope, and asks 'touch'?
He wants to touch the sky.
And the birds, the sun, the moon, the stars, the planes.
The hot air balloons...they are his favourite of all.
The hot air balloons...they are his favourite of all.
So dreamy.. I can't wait for our local Hot Air Balloon festival here in New England. Last year it got rained out! :)
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