“We think you had more fun then that little girl did!”

They were right, of course.I undoubtedly had more fun than my little friend. There was no denying it. The entire party was on to me.

We attended a farewell event this weekend for a friend of ours who’s sons had enlisted in the Marines. The evening was lovely and it was nice to spend time in an atmosphere filled with love, hope and excitement for the future.

During the course of the soiree I was able to spend some quality time with a charming little blonde-haired, blue-eyed minx of a 4 year old named Marley. Sweet as she could be, she sucked me right in and had me completely at her mercy. (I am awoman who has never birthed a girl-child. I have two teenish boys. Let’s face it, I am easy prey.)

When Marley decided it was time for us to play, I couldn’t refuse.

In front of 100+ people (most of whom I didn’t know) this girl had me tossing balloons and running (YES, RUNNING) around like a mad-woman in pursuit of said balloons.

It was quite a spectacle.

Or so my husband informed me.

I confess that the balloon escapades did reach a new level after she and I consumed some rather amazing vanilla cake with blue icing. I blame the icing, by the way. (It was a particularly yummy flavor which turned your tongue a delightful shade of blue.) There was just no other explanation.

When I think back on it, I realize that I don’t often let my guard down like that. Oh sure, I have fun and I’m a fairly happy person in general but as far as making an ass out of myself in front of large groups… NOTSOMUCH.

It really was a blast, though.

I can’t wait to do it again.

When is the last time you worked up sweat chasing balloons around a room?

#sayingyes