Thursday, August 22, 2013

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Saying Goodbye

I guess it is bound to happen. 

The pre-school, post 20s, exodus of young families back to their "homes".

It burns.

It hurts really bad when "new" friends that you have come to count as integral in your support universe cross continents and oceans and all of a sudden, your two years of being in the EXACT SAME PLACE comes to a halt.

When those little buddies who are just learning each other's names won't see each other again?

When you'll have to rely on the Internet and Facebook to see littles grow. 

And rely on those emails that I really mean to send, but there's so much to say that I never end up sending them, to know where your buddy's mindspace is. 

How she's adjusting to California.  How she's adjusting to Australia.

My heart is hurting tonight because part of my village is moving home.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Past is Prologue (I hope)

We got to do something that was not only really neat but reminded me of my childhood this past weekend.

My Father and I share a passion for all things aviation - he had the honor of being a flight engineer on a B-29 Bomber during the last days of World War II.

When Susann and I flew to Europe for our honeymoon Dad was far more interested in the fact the we flew on a Boeing 777 than where we were going - ""Paris? Aren't there French there?

One of the my best memories from childhood (I am blessed that there are many) was Dad taking me to airports (Florence, Myrtle Beach Air Force Base and Charleston Air Force Base) to watch the planes take off and land.  I loved it then and to be completely honest I still do.

Susann was kind enough to agree to a visit Gravely Point Park this weekend.  It is directly in the approach pattern to Reagan National Airport.  The planes literally come in about 200 feet over your head as the come in for a landing = awesome.

Robbie and Anna Helen were troopers.  Robbie was scared when I held him, scared when I put him down and held his hand but seemed to be just fine when we put him in his wagon to watch the planes come in.

While clearly Robbie's childhood is going to be different from mine I hope that in at least some small ways we will get to share the wonder of discovery just as our parents got to share with us.  There is NOTHING is this world like the wide eyes and smile of a child discovering something for the first time.