Rain, rain, and more rain came down toward the end of the school day. All I wanted to do is get out of my wet tennis shoes and curl up with a blanket and book.
“You are staying to help decorate her office, right?” Deb asked before I got out of the office.
“Yup! Call me when she leave.” Arg! I forgot I mumble to myself as I head back to my room and wait. And wait. Finally the text came through. So I grab the air pump and off to her office I go. Deb opens the door, and I plug in the machine and turn it on. BUZZ! BUZZ! HISS! Let’s get this business done. For a tiny thing is was noisy. We had to scream and yell back and forth. “YEAH THAT LOOKS GOOD!” I’d holler as she hung the banner. Thumbs up to place the stars here and there. POP! We’d jump. BUZZ! BUZZ! HISS! It’s like a day with kids. You just have to turn it off to hear the sound of nothing but there were more balloons to go. BUZZ! BUZZ! HISS! POP!
I was in charge of the balloons. There was no way I could blow up 75 balloons. I’m full of hot air but not that much. We joked that she would come into her office in the morning and we’d be passed out sprawled on the floor with a balloon stuck to our lips from a lack of oxygen. Now, that’s a birthday present.
An hour and half later were closed up and were done. We only wish we could be there in the morning when she opens her door and sees a room full of balloons to kick and dance around and pop! And a big sign saying Happy Birthday! It’s wonderful to make someone smile and feel loved. If one balloon doesn’t do it, then maybe 75 balloons can do just that!
As I put lotion on my fingers to sooth the pain from tying all those knots, I remember the shared stories about our families and our spring break plans. I plop in my chair, grab my blanket and book.