What do you do to celebrate the 1st birthday of a little boy who’s just beginning to soar?
Why…the local air show, of course!
My parents joined us as we headed out to the airport.
Having never been to anything like this, we had no idea what to expect. Despite missing the pancake breakfast {we had been saving our appetites for} by a measly 23 minutes, we had a blast.
The weather was perfect. The aircrafts were awe-inspiring. The little airplane ride was free. The ice-cream didn’t look that good {so I didn’t cry when everyone else indulged}. It was a great morning.
We had a glorious morning as a family, watching thousands of pounds of metal take flight with majestic ease, flying in formation like enormous synchronized swimmers.
I even ran into an old friend I had grown to love while she interned for me at the radio station. I haven’t seen her for easily 6 years…what a sweet surprise!
The air show. A McMillan first. Definitely not a last.
