On Halloween day, Keaton and I ran to the grocery store to get some last minute trick or treat candy, dry ice and some festive balloons for our party that night. I bought a bouquet of balloons that were already together at the check stand. As we were leaving, two of the balloons came loose from their strings and floated to the top of the store ceiling. Keaton was so distressed that I went over to the floral shop and had her blow up two more balloons. Well, she was kind enough to blow up an extra balloon for us for our trouble. Keaton is so funny though and made a comment about how we already had that particular design. I shushed him and told him she was being kind and to accept the balloon and be grateful. As I was putting everything in the car, that particular balloon was not hooked into the strings securely like the other balloons and it escaped out the back before I even realized it. That orange balloon looked so cool against the brilliant blue sky that I had to take a picture. I told Keaton that it was never meant to go home with us. It was meant to go to heaven for Justin to wish him a Happy Halloween.