Beautiful friends hosted a bridal shower for my daughter, home from London, England. There was wonderful food and lots of fun to be had (the bride-to-be made a chocolate cake with absolutely no recipe…while the rest of us looked on). At one point in the afternoon, we stepped out into a windy day, and made our way to the lovely green park edging the residence. We walked to the center of the park and then each passed my daughter a helium-filled coloured balloon containing a rolled-up wish that had earlier been shared by each attendee. We made a large circle, leaving her in the center, to send the wishes up to the heavens. She set them free and we watched, until finally they slipped into a sunlit opening, to be slowly covered by a blanket of cloud. We hugged and cried and laughed and had a huge sense of support and history and love. It was a beautiful ritual, one not to be forgotten.
Inside once again, the conversations wove through many topics including a reading list and best films list. My two daughters and I left later, feeling blessed and well-fed.