The end of winter has arrived.
It is a time of renewed energy and hope and in my part of the world the perfect weather for an annual hot air balloon festival.
It is one of my favorite events of the year.
Something about seeing whimsical looking flying machines in the air makes the little child in me all giddy with delight.
It feels like I briefly enter a sort of dream.
Luke and I have made it a tradition to go out together each year to see them off.
As we watched, we realized that we couldn't wait to share this experience with our little one in a year's time.
In this video, I wanted to share an observation I made years ago.
I was raised with an alternative education and one defining aspect of my childhood is that I spent most of it offline.
It is partly due to my age and the fact that cassette sets were still a thing when I was born, but also because I genuinely didn't have much interest.
