Yesterday we took our friend Andrea and her baby Colton to the airport. They live here on the army base with us, but are from Portland so they flew home to be with family for the summer. They'll be back mid-August. We'll miss them! If we're not hanging out with them, we're on the phone. If we're not on the phone talking, we're texting, or emailing.
Not that I don't have a plethora of other friends to hang out with. But Andrea's that one friend that you can call up and she's always ready to go shopping (at good ole WalMart!), or out to eat, or we can come over to her house any time with food, or ordering pizza, watching movies... whatever. So I'll miss that one friend to call when we just want to "hang" and don't need a reason.
After we dropped them off we stopped by a memorial with old WWII to Vietnam era military planes. We've driven by it countless times to and from the airport, but this time we could actually stop and look. They made us feel very small. Small people in a big world that constantly confuses us.
Drew and Louisa are my little sign readers. They take after their Gramps. My dad will stop to read any informational sign he finds. Going to zoos or museums with him can be... um... interesting. And time consuming. Believe me, I'm not complaining. I realize that by inheriting this trait, they'll also become as knowledgable about world events as my dad is. Drew kept running up to me, "Mom, come read about this one it got struck by lightning!", "Mom, come see this one, it flew in World War Two!" (which to him is the time equivalent of the Revolutionary War!)
I had my camera with so I could have a few pictures of Colton and Andrea before they left. Since the camera is an actual extention of my body, it's always ready and able to buzz to life and get to work.
There's not much that makes you feel smaller than a very large aircraft hovering above your head!