Catch ya later, Grandma and Grandpa!

Last night we had the opportunity to see my folks off for a sunset hot air balloon ride. My mom was a little nervous...
Speaking of nervous, I was afraid Ava would be positively wigged out by the spectacle. The loud fans, the close proximity of the giant balloons, the roar of the fire. She was fine! Better than fine! She really seemed to be enjoying it! She never seemed scared or worried, she just was taking it all in with wide eyes. Could she really be related to Mike and I?
I wonder what went through her head when she saw her grandparents climb into a little basket attached to a giant green balloon and quietly float away?