fly me to the moon

there was a local airshow this weekend. michael had a lot of homework to do, so we weren't really planning on going, but i woke up to the sound of a bi-plane and i was giddy. we had to go. a part of me will always love the sound of airplane engines soaring overheard. my dad is a pilot. my grandpa was a pilot, and all of his children worked for boeing. and me, i grew up on a lake in alaska, watching planes take off and land over my head. 

what a fortunate childhood i had. 

ps. can you tell i finally figured out how instagram works? if i can't have a nice fancy camera, at least my pictures WILL be trendy, dang it!

pps. the husband is growing out a mustache/beard again. it's scratchy.