Today is the air show at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base. Now that I live midtown, I can see much of the activity from my backyard. This post is written, laptop in hand, under the umbrella on the patio, next to the pool. It's about 85 degrees and the sky is Tucson blue with no clouds. Exquisite. This is why we move to Tucson.
I have always loved airplanes. I have always dreamed of learning to fly. I don't know that I'll ever follow up on that dream, but it's a dream nonetheless.
Knowing that the air show is in town makes me miss the babies, as I remember the last time we took them to the show, three years ago. Ty and Jaci and I got as much excitement from watching the looks in their eyes as they got from watching the planes.
And seeing these planes also brings John back to me. I remember his many stories from his years as an Air Force navigator and an electronic warfare officer. He loved his work.
And now, if you'll excuse me, the Blue Angels just flew overhead and I'm gonna go watch.
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