Mr. Nielson becomes Mr.pilot private Nielson on Wednesdays.
Around 4:00 the father of our home
flies around Mesa in a very small airplane.
The best part of Wednesdays for me is when he flies over the house.
Somedays we go to the airport to watch him
maneuver some pretty cool take-offs and landings.
Today in the car we watched him soar above us as Gigs screamed in his car seat.
When the family showed up Mr. Nielson was doing the "pre-flight checklist"
a bunch of things he has to look at to make sure he won't crash.
You know, like make sure there is gas and important stuff like that.
The girls take advantage of the pre-flight check time because then
they can get in the airplane and pretend
they are flying over an enchanted forest
and through colorful rainbows.
But then they started fighting over who got the head-set
and who's name got to be "Kalee".
Then it was time to go.
Then like magnets, their hands joined together and they were off
to
pretend some other imaginative story or adventure. I love them.
And NO Mom, Mr.pilot private Nielson didn't crash.
In fact, my heart swelled nice and big as I watched him soar in the sky.
He is fulfilling a 29-year dream.
Did I ever tell you about the time when Mr. Nielson
was six he ate bird seeds because he thought he'd grow wings and fly away?
He was made for this.
I am so happy for him.
