Posted by clawfootcurt on Friday, August 3, 2007
This point needs a bit of set-up, so here it is.
I look forward to the Airventure week in Oshkosh with almost every bit of my being. I spend lunch hours at the airport nearby, as well as time after work as I can fit it in my evenings. This year I only had the one day I would actually get to go to the show, and that was Saturday, but all seemed right with the world.
My son-in-law, Tim, likes airplanes a lot. He is a classical guitar player besides. He has taken to driving over from his home in MN and going to the show with me, while my daughter and my grandkids have nice day with my wife at home. Tim usually brings his two brothers along for the day too.
This year was kind of a whirlwind tour for my guests, as they had a wedding to attend in MN on Friday before, which didn't start till 6:00pm. Therefore they didn't arrive at the house until 1:30am and we wanted to get all ready to leave for the show by 8:15. Well, surprisingly, everything went off without a hitch and we left 5 minutes early. The only problem I had was that I did not get to see my grandkids at all before the show.
We went to the show and soon split up. I bought some used aviation type books, a new shirt, looked at some interesting airplanes, watched a fantastic show, enjoyed some more time with Tim and his posse when we re-connected, then headed home for a terrific meal and some home-made strawberry rhubarb pie.
It can't possibly get any better than this, right?
Well, next morning, we are getting ready for church, and I'm on the sound board for the day, so when I need to get going a little early to set things up. My grandkids haven't even gotten up yet, and I wonder how that's gonna go, but, hey, I gotta leave. My guests aren't ready to go yet, so I take off alone, with them to follow a little bit later.
When later comes, my daughter walks into church holding Joey in her arms, (Joey is 6 weeks old) and leading Anya by the hand. (She is just over 2). Anya kind of has a thing for her "papa", her word for grandpa. She kind of has me wrapped around her little finger, but she really is a heart stealer. She is shy too, so walking through the sea of people talking together before the main service has her feeling a little small. When she see me, she lets go of Mom's hand, runs to me and gives me the biggest hug when I picked her up, it must have been at least 30 seconds, that I was a little surprised. But in a nice way.
When I think back about my much anticipated airplane weekend, what do you guess I really think about. That's right, it was that hug she gave me. I am either slipping in my old age, or God is slowly helping me to figure out what is important. I hope he doesn't ever give up on me. I might figure it out one of these days.
Now, a little bit more time practicing, and a little less time at the airport, and anticipation of my next visit with the kids.
Friday, August 3, 2007 @12:47:19 PM
Sounds like a real nice weekend.
Thursday, August 9, 2007 @2:35:36 PM
There is no success in the world that can replace happiness in the home. This is what we will take with us, not the earthly possessions.
Bob Robert Says:
Thursday, August 23, 2007 @3:49:55 AM
Yup, the important things are the people, not the things. "For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Matthew 6:21
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