I have a dream... It involves hot air... a lot of hot air.
The dream started with my Dad and I. We both wanted to go for a balloon ride together. We had it on our to do list. There are some things in life that don't make it off the to do list. This was one of them.
The last time Dad and I talked about going for a balloon ride was the month before he passed away. He was sick, but the dream was still there. I told him we could get a balloon company to come to the farm and even if I had to wheel him out to the flight pad, I would do it. I wanted to see the dream come true. He said that would cost too much money. He was right. I knew it...but the dream of flying with my Dad didn't cost anything.