The Plane

Every year there is an airshow of old WW II era planes at our local airport. Every year the Flying Fortress does a fly-by of our house on the way to the show. Every year, Bill runs outside, door slamming behind him to see it since it flies so low. Every year I laugh at what a little boy he is inside. This year I cried because in Bill's arms was Nolan. I've been waiting a long time for Bill to be able to have a buddy to share his love of planes with and now he has two. Sunday we will go to the airshow and I'm sure I won't be able to hold back all the tears as my three kids see new things for the first time together.