We decided that Grandpa needed to see the Air and Space Museum where he could see hundreds of planes and drink up some history.
The boys spent most of their time with this big guy (Blackbird). Its allure was power, speed, spy capabilities, and history.
Richard asked for a picture alone with the plane to remember the special moment in his life. (Richard, are you reading this?)
I enjoyed the museum, not for the planes but for the walking history inside its hangers. There were veterans and historians everywhere just ready to tell you their stories. I loved the displays about individual pilots with their uniforms, photos, and mementos. As much as I enjoyed the day, I did not experience the museum on the same level as the boys. Oh, boys in paradise…
Here are a bunch of shots of kids. This picture above shows a real plane.
This was very educational… for me. I saw my boys like I have never seen them before.
When Mark gets angry he threatens that he will not come and visit me someday in his airplane.
Daniel helped with transportation.
And since most readers of this blog are girls, here’s one for you:
Tomorrow I’ll share our gingerbread house masterpieces.