Last week we had plans for our super great friend Dean to come and share in a rare Spring supper with us. He bought a helicopter this past winter and is in the process of flying lessons with good pal Martin from Austria. Well, when you are learning to fly plane or helicopter, the more hours the better...
Our supper guests arrived in...you guessed it...the helicopter.
OH BOY, the excitement around here was INSANE, the kids were excited too. Rob is a nut when it comes to flying anything, it is his passion.
Rob came in, "Mom, can super wait while Martin (the instructor) gives rides?" How could I say "no" to such a big kid that had stars in his eyes?! I couldn't!
I got to go up too. I was nervous that I would have a yucky feeling in my stomach, but it wasn't bad at all. Better than going up with Rob in our small Champ.
Air shot of our farmstead.
Creed and Martin
Uncle Dean and Emma.
Dean is our crop pilot. He is such a man of God and we are always so encouraged by him. Normally, he is busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest this time of year, but due to a late planting season, he isn't doing much yet.
What a night to remember!
2 comments:
that butt kicking comment now has me convinced that youare a farm wife. I struggled to believe it, but now I do.
lol! the things we pick up from our hubby's, right?!
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