Watching children here play with balloons, I am reminded of my childhood. How 6-year me loved balloons. How many of us heard our mothers yelling, “Do not put that in your mouth!!! It could pop and you will choke!” We all gloriously ignored this, and would wrestle for them at birthday parties, and we all had our favorite color (blue!!!). It was the simplicity of them….
Nicaraguans celebrate grown up things as well, but the balloons are still always there. From birthdays to religious celebrations to graduations for children in your neighborhood, to water inaugurations, balloons still steal the spotlight. Color, air, and wind work their magic with the humble balloon to still create a sense of magic and of wonder
The dew in the morning, the iridescence of pigeons’ wings, the unique taste and tartness of a green apple, the heart shapes hole in the tree at a farm, the feel of water when you are thirsty, the goosebumps that startle us in music. I could go on and on, but wonder is often our best worship.
