Our Anniversary

My honey and I have an anniversary coming up; we will have been married for 17 years.  Man living it with him seems like a long time, but in hearing it, sounds like we are only babies.  Life is crazy.  I'm glad I have him in mine or who knows where I'd be, who I'd be, or who I'd be with.  Would I be happy?  Sad?  Stressed all the time?  I'm glad it's him.  Such a calming force in my life.  It rubs off, you know?  Excellent influence.

I want us to do something nice and romantic.  Of course, I do, every bone in my body is romantic!  :)  I'm that kind of girl.  He forgets that sometimes.  I don't want to remind him because then its not the same.  He can't win. Well, if he remembered on his own, he'd win.  Winning!

Wonder what we'll do?  17 years...  on our 20th, it WILL be something special.  Somewhere destinationy.

That's what I say........................................................till death do us part...

Time..Like a Whisper In Your Ear....

These are the days of our lives flashing by at warp speed but yet whispering in our ears quietly as it wisps by. If you don't stop and truly take a look at all that is going on, really absorb it, suddenly our kids are older and just like that, it's gone.  My life has been in phases, that's normal, whose life isn't in phases?  But chunked very clearly..  I want it all to mean something, to matter and to have been so worth the ride.  I think it will.  I am always thinking about how our boys will be as adults and then as parents.  That's how I parent, teaching for the ultimate thing; giving back to our world and to be loving, kind individuals because that is how they will parent too.  At least, that is the hope.

I have become of all things a gold buyer kind of part time independent consultant type thing.  Nothing to fully depend on, but helps in between.  It's been interesting and fun and absolutely brought me out of my shell even more.  Kudos for that and to all there is a reason, time, and season.  I am enjoying fully the people aspect of it and love paying folks for their old stuff because I'm telling you, in this economy, EVERYONE is hurting.  I get the joy of making people's day/s.  I would never ever have dreamed to be doing this one year ago but life does take us on twists and turns in the blink of an eye.  That, we can all say.

I've started a new site on Facebook called The Hampton Roads Trading Post.  Trying to create a venue for folks to sell/buy/trade as the aforementioned economy is spiraling and why not recycle and reuse when we can?  Doing BookFair at the Elementary School again, turning into more fun and excitement than I once thought.  Great for the kids at school, great to take something and make it work as a group, great to give back.

Lucas' birthday was this past Saturday.  He would have been nine years old.  I think in Heaven he's still a baby but part of me wonders if God doesn't let the little babies who leave our world grow up in Heaven so they can fulfill the potential they had here on Earth.  So that leads me on the wondering path...what does he look like now?  What is his personality, besides angelic?  Suddenly, I am thinking of getting the courage to upload the video of Lucas I had made for Ivan up to YouTube to maybe preserve it.  We'll see if I'm brave enough.  Just thinking of that video has me in tears now as I write, so I'm not sure there is strength in me to do that.  If so, I may link it here.

The boys.  They are my everything.  I love them so very much.  Ivan is the culmination of a strong, loving, selfless, man.  I cherish his presence in my life every day.  Every morning I bother him (well you know) with all my dreams I had the night before, all the thoughts rambling through my brain, all the love I feel for him, everything.  I do it every morning.  I likely drive him insane.  I don't care.  I want him to know how I feel and never have a doubt.  -The Oldest makes us proud and he's hilarious with his antics and humor.  He barely has to apply himself but for one class at school and while that makes me proud, it also maddens me. He is phenomenal with his trumpet too.  Already planning for the next Variety Show and what to sing this next March.  The Littlest, he's doing very well.  Math seems to be a breeze for him and he's reading above his grade level, seems to be taking it all in stride as a little first grader.  It's all about whether or not he "flipped his stick" that day.  Only happened twice so far this year, I'm sure there will be more "flipping" he's too impish for that not to happen.  :)  Both filled with utter personality and while they have their battles, I'm comforted in their friendship and love for one another even though six years apart.  I know they will forever have each other and that is a fantastic feeling.  As we know this big bad world sometimes has other plans for things so to see them get along fairly well and defend each other, rescue each other, play together, fight, yell, get through it, and do it all over again?  Melts my heart everyday.    The Oldest.  The Middlest.  The Littlest.  I don't know who I'd be if we never had them, met them, loved them, and taught them.  I really don't.  So I'm thankful for them and for a lot in my life.  Whether we have a house, don't have a house, have all the material things, the things I dream of, or don't have them, we have each other.  It sounds so trite and so coined, but nothing could be more true.  Material things, sure you can have everything but where would you put it all?  At some point, a house looks overwhelming with all of it.  I strive for simplicity, enjoyment, and love.  At the end of the day, those things, and your belief in God are all that truly matter.  Enough said.

Signed-
Thankful
Jenn

Racoons?

So what animal is known to pick through trash?  Be smart enough to lift a lid and not leave a big mess showing how it got in the trash can?  Not wild trash thrown everywhere, simply remnants that it was there?

My honey calls me outside on the back deck and says, "How do you think these things are getting here?"  I'm not sure what he's talking about and he points out a paper plate and a shish kabob stick sitting on the deck box next to the SunCast outdoors trash can.  It's plain as day that there are oil stains, cake remnants, a paper plate upside down and that shish kabob stick left out beside the trash can.  I immediately think 'racoon!'.  So I say I think it's a raccoon and he is doubtful.  But how?  Well I'm pretty sure I've heard that raccoons are smart.  And with their perfect tiny little arms and hands they can get to whatever they want.  I can totally imagine a raccoon getting in the trash, digging down for what seems good to him and pulling it out.  He's just not the perfect guest in that he leaves his trash behind and doesn't clean up after himself.  So as my honey is standing there looking very puzzled and freaked out, I say calmly to him, "Baby, I didn't want to tell  you this (and now he is standing there staring at me hanging on my every word) but (and I pause) I have been sneaking out here on the deck in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep and digging through the trash eating whatever I could find.  I haven't wanted to tell anyone because it's kind of embarrassing but now you know." and he just stares at me.  Then he grins.  Next he says, "Why didn't you tell me, you need to stop that you know." and we both just laugh.

Regardless, the racoon (or whatever IT is) is being locked out of the trash.  We'll see tomorrow if the locking idea works.  We shall see.  To be continued.....

Those darn rascally creatures....

Sex and stuff

So when I look over in my labels and all the categories I've created over the years (you see it in a list over to the right I believe) I see a category for SEX.  Yet in that category, unlike many many other categories, there is only one post.  Hmmmmmm.  Let me just clarify it here, there is not only one post because sex is not a topic I like (ahem) or because sex is not something I have frequently (another ahem).  I think there is only one post because I can't exactly share all here.  I mean, I know anyone and everyone can read here and I'm fine with that, or I wouldn't be blogging.  But some things must remain private!  A girl cannot kiss (or other things) and tell! 

Our intimacy is just that, intimate.  So it's ours.  And ours alone.  But every now and then I might throw you a bone.  No pun intended.  I might sneak a fast one past you, or say something to make you read between the lines.  Quite nights are hard to come by (oh my, that sentence was chock full) but we try to make efforts to set aside time that gives us energy for what the next day might bring.  If a couple doesn't focus on that, or can't do that, I can see problems galore cropping up that parlay into other things making it difficult to see the root of the issue.  So I try and I'm sneaky and I get pretty creative.  I'll leave it at that. 

I just wanted to quell any wonderment you might be having on the topic.  For a mom of two insanely busy and energetic boys who want want want and need need need, it's actually near the top of my list in importance.  So, just sayin, there you go, make of it what you will. 

And the door closes.

J

Losing Myself-

I used to be so driven to write.  To come here and let it fly, release my thoughts and emotions, very regularly.  Something happened, who knows, a shift in life, a shift in focus, a wrong turn that took me off a path I loved so much.  Writing is like breathing to me.  I sometimes feel I need it to stay balanced.  Yet, lately, I've let it fall away.  To some degree I feel my center of gravity has been off because I haven't been writing.  It should never be forced, so I won't force it.  However, I do crave it and miss it.  Maybe a little less of that time sucker, Facebook, and I can get back to my old self.  The old me who knows what is really important.  Keeping up with friends is nothing to laugh at, don't get me wrong, Facebook is good for that, for sure.  But every now and then, I just browse through, getting a quick glance at life through others' eyes; I could be glancing at my own life and getting it out on paper, which is what I need more than anything else.

I get to the point where it's all pent up; its where I am now.  Focus.  Life.  Core values. 

Summer is here like the breath of a new day.  I can hardly believe this but we have yet to get to the Ocean and it's almost the middle of July.  That is something else that is important to me.  Sounds odd, but the Ocean, the beach, it too moves me.  I think that is something that my husband has probably never understood about me.  He thinks I'm a slave to the sun, and while I do love a nice sun tan, beautiful brown skin, I'm not really a slave to the sun.  When I'm at the beach, watching waves, whether they are crashing hard or softly pushing up on the sand, it's cathartic for me.  It's life.  I find it very mesmerizing and soothing.  It gives new energy to my soul and really it never gets old for me.  Maybe something in my spirit that requires deeper things..I'm not sure.  For my husband, the beach to him simply means 'more sun' and he loathes that.  I look deeper and feel it much differently.  Actually sometimes I feel slightly connected to Lucas there.  And really, I can't explain that any further.  Its just a feeling, intangible, untouchable, just there.

See how I'm losing my way?  Things that are important to me....must find them again.  Summer is rejunvenating, our time to run and play even as adults.  Must find that again.  My year of forty is just beginning and I will tell you that aside from this small feeling of being a little lost from my norm..I do feel a spunk coming on.  I know in the depths of me that I am making my way to something.  What I want will draw to me and that's pretty exciting.  The grass has been green and grown under my feet for a good length of time.  And you know what they say.. 'the grass isn't always greener on the other side' however I think even if the grass is brown and not so full of life to me, it will be greener.  It.will.be.greener.

In that greener grass, I will find myself, who I really am, who I've come to be, and what I've come to believe in.  I know I will feel such a freedom and I look forward to that.  I look forward to no longer being defined by something that just is, that just exists.  I look forward to being defined by what steps I take to improve my life, and the ones around me.  So for as much as I feel I may have lost myself, I am aware, and I am awake, and I am already finding my footing.  How can I go wrong with my best friend in the world by my side every day, two wonderful boys here on Earth to keep my grounded and steady, and a faith so abiding in the Lord that it stills me? 

I can't.  I won't. 

Jenn

What I Love About Us

What I love about us is that there is never a dull moment.  We never ever run out of things to say.  If we are both decidedly quiet, there is something brewing and we both know better than to say what we are thinking--at least YET.  Call it reserved wisdom we have learned along the way.  Other than those times, it is non stop talking, discussing, vetting, chattering about life and the pursuit of happiness. 


If we are alone, eating out, I usually check out those around us.  Many times I see couples eating in silence not even looking at each other or smiling.  I see that a lot.  I'm thankful, so thankful we are not that.  Having said that, when we come across a point of dispute, it can get pretty heated.  I sort of love that too.  Fire.  Passion. We keep that behind closed doors. 


Then there are times when I am clearly wearing his butt out.  I can see it in his eyes.  If I linger too long on a point (as I'm WELL known to do) I lose him quickly.  I have to reel him back in, I say something slightly jarring and he's back, then I have to chose my words carefully to keep him with me.  It's a trick, you have to be really good at it.  I've crafted the skill well.  Every now and then, I can't get him back, and I lose him to something more interesting; a ball game, music, the kids fighting (which I'm currently ignoring for my own good).  It's the blank 'uh huh' and the quick look away and the quick mis timed 'uh huh' again which makes no sense and I know, I've lost him. 


Mostly I am short to the point and try not to stay too long on one topic.  It works.  We have become like a well oiled engine, humming along happily.  Potholes are waiting to bait us and reel us in, and we do hit them, sometimes going way too fast.  It causes a big flat tire from time to time but the one who still has lots of energy and air, fills the other one up and we get back on the road pretty quickly.  That's what I love about us.  Always there.  Talking, sometimes way into the night....making sure the other is ok or unexpectedly discovering new things about each other, even after all these years.  It's communication.  It rocks.  It helps couples stay strong.  Pretty cool.


-J

Our Time

We are going away for one little night. I'm very excited because we need it and will hopefully come back energized and ready to take on the world. I have lots of little things packed and planned and even though its still Winter, today it should be about 52 degrees so with sweaters and a blanket or two, we may try to eat lunch on the beach. We'll see, but those are my pie in the sky plans. I'll moderate my expectations. Well, um, I'll try to moderate my expectations.

We get to go to dinner with our super close friends and after, walk back to the hotel. No rushing, no hurrying, just at our own pace. If we want to find a cozy little bar....maybe we will. I don't know what the night will bring but it'll be kid free and it'll be fast and furious. I will enjoy every minute with my honey. Every second. We may not look like that couple up there and we won't be dressed all fancy but you get the idea. Ok, well yes, I really DO need to moderate my expectations. Ahem. Got it.

signed
Hopelessly Romantic, me.

I'm All In

Some things you think you cannot take. Then the thing passes and you look around you and realize, amazingly, you took it. Still standing, you took it. I pray for patience and wisdom and seek it out. I seek it out because I know in my core that I truly didn't come pre packaged with it. The real me snaps easily. If it doesn't come out of my mouth, I'm probably thinking it in my brain. The real me when I'm alone and myself wants it all done now now now and quicker. Cannot stand marinating things that need to be done. Why are we waiting? Let's go. Let's move. Are we done yet?

This past year has to some degree been a test. A test of a marriage, a friendship, a relationship. Not REALLY a test, but challenging times. We have fared well. Better than well. I am proud of what I see that we are and because of this past year, I'm all in. I'm more than all in, you couldn't pull me out if you tried. Odd how certain things show you strength you never knew you had. Some folks are oblivious, and others are worried. I see all of that and am aware of it. I'm aware.

Death didn't knock us down and I guess not much else will either. We're strong and won't waiver for anything, for the kids, for ourselves, for this life. I get mad then I get over it and then I get on down the road and get to live this life-with my best friend. Lucky. Blessed. Amazing.

These Boys

I am loving these boys getting along today. Laughing and laughing hard with each other. I keep trying to listen in to their conversations but I can't ever catch what it is. Sometimes they get along fabulously and laugh with each other for days then the next moment they are screaming and fighting and instigating beyond belief. This morning was chores, they helped out 110% and I thanked them. Encouraging that kind of behavior, loving all the getting along while it's here because my LORD in the blink of an eye it's OVA!

Guess that's how it is with siblings. I know. I know. I cherish the happy and grit my teeth for the other stuff. Teach them to respect and love and get through the brother stuff. Like Tammy said the other day, boys do say the funniest things. And they DO the funniest things. I mean, sometimes, I just sit there with my jaw hanging open like, 'did he just do that?'..yep, he did. He really did.

Long time ago, almost 20 years ago now, my honey told me to get ready for the ride of my life. He had no idea what he was saying when he said that. It really has been. I can tell, its not even close to being over. Like it. Love it. Cherish it. Very often I ache for the missing one, my missing puzzle piece, the gap in my heart...but I'm so very lucky to have these boys, and they keep our lives very full. Cry for a second and then get sucked like a vacuum into the here and now where I belong. As it should be.

Connected Souls

And just like that, in the blink of an eye, he sauntered over to me and asked me to marry him. With all the butterflies in my tummy and a yummy kiss, we made up.

You can be in a silent battle, or an all out argument but incredible how it can wash away with a snap of the finger. With us, it usually does. That's love.

Tiny Disclaimer: That is not us above. It does represent our essence and where we are right now. Very much so.

Love Dare

Marriage. Patience. Kindness. Those three words are intertwined together in inexplicable ways. "No one likes to be around an impatient person. It causes you to over react in angry, regretable, and foolish ways....patience stops problems in their tracks" This is an excerpt from the book called Love Dare. I could take a lesson from it.

Just saw the movie Fireproof. Completely unexpected but stopped me in my tracks. I think my husband and I have a very strong relationship. Sure, troubles come and go but no person is perfect, not me, not him. We both have a willingness to move forward and grow old together and it all comes down to that. Though I know our relationship is solid and we are both committed, this movie had some very important messages; not just for us but all couples.

Highly recommend this movie.

It's good. It's worth it. Very eye opening. No more words. Well, but for this. Love dare.

Love Day

To you and yours, spend the day showering the ones you love and cherishing them. Maybe to some it's hokey, but I think it's not. It's a day to take a time out and remember the little things. Little things are all it takes if you have the big stuff already. And I'm not talking about material things. Happy Valentines Day everyone.

To my honey, you already know how I feel. To the moon and back. Always and forever.

Love to you!
Jenn

Fantastic Weekend.

I am looking forward to more games with the boys. Football season 2009 will be fun. We have season passes to a local college who is doing their start up program this year. I think the Littlest is starting to come around to listening a bit better in public, not running away, and understanding he has to stay close even though deep in his heart he is a very free soul. I'm hoping as the summer comes and goes, that will improve even more. He did well at the b ball game the other night so I think good things are on their way in that department.

Had lots of fun. Today was nice too. My honey's birthday was yesterday so we've been showering him with lots and lots of love and treats this weekend. The cheapy things are the best I think. Maybe when our bank account overfloweth the expensive things will be fun then too but for now, we are thankful for any little thing.

Not digging Bruce Springsteen for half time. He was good, he did what he does best but I'm just not that into him. Which brings me to the movie I want to see, "He's Just Not That Into You". Can't wait.

Ok I've rambled long enough. Happy Birthday Ivan. I love you to the moon and stars. Always.

Jenn

Over It

I really dislike sports right now. I really dislike when people feel they must yell at the TV. I'm not namin' names. But you figure it out. I'm over it.

I'm just sayin'.

Trust

I hope he knows how much I trust him. That it far outweighs any worry I have. We lead this family together and its do or die together. We raise these boys together and stand against the world together. Despite anything else, I admire him and I am proud of him. More than anyone else in our families, more than anyone else we know, I am his top supporter. I want him to succeed and I want us to suceeed. So I stand beside him. With all the love in my heart.

I will always be there for him and love being his sounding board. On this road with him...? I'd rather be nowhere else. Loving him? I'd rather be doing nothing else. Bar none. It boils down to that. I'm lucky and he's lucky and we fit perfectly. It's really that simple. You can't buy trust. Funny, you can earn it but you can't buy it. I'm glad we have it. I'm glad I have him. Something sweet to be thankful for. My husband and best friend in the world.

It's Funny..

It's funny how difficult things can draw you closer or pull you apart from the one you love the most in the world. It's funny isn't it? When you are going through tough times that no one even knows about, just the two of you, it can be stressful. Things escalate. Feelings get hurt. Everyone's edgy. You feel like the bottom has to fall out any minute now and yet, you keep it all together. Somehow you become stronger. Where does it come from, this strength? Is that what love does?

Relationships are not easy. They aren't perfect and sometimes not even close. Then out of the blue you realize the glue that binds you is stronger than the heat that melted it; the glue will re coagulate. It always does. When things cool off.

We've lost jobs. We've lost a child. We've had a miscarriage too. We've lost parents. We've fought. Our disagreements are full of high passion. Our agreements are as calm as the bay on a sunny afternoon-and that's most of the time. It's a good mix. How can you love more deeply after all of these things? Why is that? I'm clueless. We could have let the losses knock us down. I could right now not be trusting with all my heart. I could have walked away after we buried Lucas. Here I sit. In this wonderful place we've made a home. I stayed in this life. Times are tough and the change is here but so am I. I haven't wavered or flinched, I am just standing strong. So there you go. Maybe it's the grace of God. I don't really know.

I'm a doey eyed romantic who loves loves loves when the guy gets his girl or the girl gets her guy. I love all those movies and books where the ending is happy and they stuck it out and made it through. It's pure rock solid resolve.

Today I had a Terrible, No Good, Horrible, Very Bad Day. It was just one of those days. I left work, ran my errands, and came home to a man, my best friend, who took care of me. He told me to lay down for a while and he covered me head to toe, almost literally in blankets and tucked pillows around me and with the gray rainy day outside the windows, he kissed my nose and I fell away from the world for a minute. Feeling utterly loved. It didn't matter. It didn't matter what was wrong or the problems of the day; he was there and just made it better. I am quite lucky. I hope he knows I know that. WE are quite lucky. Now to go about giving some of that back to the world.............................. that's the easy part.

Tonight

Looking forward to the first time in a LONG LONG time that my honey and I get to go out alone, not have to come scurrying back for the kids, no worries and come home late if we want. First time EVER we are leaving the Littlest over night. Phewey! Maybe a little celebration, relaxing, maybe some dancing up my sleeve, who knows.

It's the little things in life. Absolutely is. I am really very much looking foward to it.

-J

Almost 14 Years

I have been married to my husband for almost 14 years. Not a long time by any stretch but in this day and age, it's significant. There is no perfection. Absolutely ups and downs and all the in between. When you've known someone innately as we know each other, there are no secrets or suprises; at least that's what you think until something peeks inside your relationship and opens your eyes. I suppose it's God's way of putting little obstacles in your path, making life interesting, and giving you challenges to acheive and move beyond.

There is trust and acceptance. I will continue do all of those things.

Maybe that is the key. When life throws you a grenade rather than hastily pulling the pin, you put it down, walk away, think about it and make your choice. Go back and pull the pin and watch the explosion or be part of the explosion -or- discuss the grendade, figure out a way around it and if you're really brave, go gently pick it up and put it safely where no one can get hurt. No explosion, just quiet acceptance that we cannot all agree, but if we can find common ground and be open then peace prevails. Love prevails. I really don't know much about grenades and that was maybe a really horrible analogy but you get the gist. Sometimes we talk till we have no more words. Till the words are just things in the air and making no difference. Then we stop. And we're quiet. We always come back to the same place. I have said this several times lately but we can't have survived the death of our second child five years ago and let these other less serious things knock us down now.

So that's it. It's love. It's the good and the bad. Come what may and hopefully many more years it is.

-J

What do YOU want for dinner?

This ever happen to you? The difference between men and women; something like that--

Me: What do you feel like eating for dinner?
Him: I don't know, whatever you feel like eating.
Me: But what about you? What do YOU want?
Him: Anything really, what do you feel like?
Me: How about Mexican?
Him: No, not Mexican.
Me: Well, do you want to eat then?
Him: I don't know, anything really, like I said.
Me: What about subs?
Him: No, not subs, don't feel like that.
Me: (sigh) What about Chinese?
Him: No, I'm not that hungry.
Me: What do you want then (exasperated)?
Him: Whatever you think.
Me: Fine, what about ChickFilA (insert whatever your next choice would be at this point I'm just throwing schmack out there)
Him: Naaaah, not that either.
Go ahead, shoot me now.
Me: TELL.ME.WHAT.YOU.WANT.TO.EAT!!!
end result of this conversation?
Sandwiches at home. PHEW!

It's the same grind many nights of the week. Cooking is not my fav thing to do. I wish I was born loving to cook but alas, twas not meant to be. I have to work really hard at it and sadly, even when I do, it still turns out badly. I'm too creative, I throw ingredients in that the recipe does not call for. This is partly because I'm Ms. Bossy Pants and I think the creator of the recipe is wrong and it really needs XYZ and PDQ. This let me tell you does not make for a good outcome. What is it they say? Insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result? Yep, that's me; insane. I wish cooking was something he enjoyed doing. What do you do if neither parent particularly loves cooking? It takes lots of my energy to be original and come up with great dinners all the time. And it also takes a lot of my small brain to have the above conversations over and over and over and over again; hey it's kind of like that insanity idea. Expecting a different result each time-and it's always the same, the very same conversation. Sigh.

I don't know, what do YOU want for dinner?

Jenn

An Interview About Dad..

This is from the plane ride to Ohio. This is me chatting with the Oldest and having a little idea that me interviewing him in the persona of someone other than his Mom (me) would be fun. This is me asking him questions about his Dad. Lots of fun. Verbatim, see what our conversation held:

Me: Describer your father, Oldest.
Oldest: --very mysterious
--sometimes grumpy (REEEally?)
--very careful (hmmmm)
--loving
--funny
--doesn't like to read books a lot
Me: What do you love most about your Dad?
Oldest: That I can relate to him in so many ways (again with the hmmmmm)
Me: Where was your Dad born?
Oldest: Philippines (this is wrong, he was born in the States at a local Naval hospital)
Me: How old is your Dad?
Oldest: 42 (he's right!)
Me: How many brothers and sisters does your Dad have?
Oldest: Nine (phew!!!----but he DOES have six of them, one in Heaven)
Me: What is the one thing you wish you could change about your Dad if you could?
Oldest: Nothing. He's just great the way he is (wow, even with the grumpy comment, impressive).
Me: What's one thing you want us to know about your Dad?
Oldest: He's the best, greatest, most kind Dad and man ever.

Now there's an interview that I did with him about me but I pretended I was someone else and he had to pretend it was not me talking to him asking him questions about me (GG!). I will pull it out and slap it up here. This is from the heart, soul, and mind of an eight year old. Fun times and memories on a plane. Great little distraction for me too :).

When we get on another plane in about three weeks, I may do it again and later compare and see if his answers are the same or different. My special boy. Fun.