"The plane, the plane.."

Anyone else remember that line from Fantasy Island? Or is that just my family that watched the cheesy show?

Just before Christmas, in the wee hours of the morning, my youngest son and I arrived at the airport for a grand adventure. Thankfully, my oldest dropped us off and spared anyone else that privilege.


The line for breakfast at the bagel shop was long:


I loved his sleepy smile while we waited:


We flew into Ontario....California, that is. Mark took us to work with him, at the airfield where he's been consulting with Boeing. The plane was beautiful (never thought I'd say that about a plane!) and top secret, so I can't show you the pictures I took. Except maybe this one which only shows Peter:


It was Mark's last week working on this project and Peter had always wanted to see where dad works. One day I noticed a sweetly hand addressed envelop to "dad", scratched out with "Mark" written over top. Later, Mark shared it with me. It was the most precious letter he had written his dad to tell him all about how much he loves him and how he wishes someday he could visit his work. So air miles and a shared hotel room with dad, and we were off!

We toured the plane with the nicest man who told Peter everything he could hope to know. Between you and me, I think Peter was having way too much fun using the buttons on the pilot's seat to move it up and down to hear much of what he said! It was a fun trip, even if traveling right before Christmas is a crazy way mess up pre-Christmas prep!