My Dad

I've never doubted that God knew exactly what He

was doing when He gave me the father that He did.

He couldn't have found a better one for me.

Dad and I at the Father/Daughter retreat in 2008.

We are alike in so many ways, it's kind of funny.

We both can be people of few words,

and that works fine for us.

We can almost have an entire conversation with just

facial expressions.

(Short conversations...)

We both have a very dry sense of humor,

and are likely to see it when no one else does.

Dad never gets lost. Ever.

Well, there was that one time in Boston;

but that was it.

All he needs is a map; and sometimes not even that.

I'm happy to say he passed his directional skills on;

the only thing that intimidates me about maps

is getting them folded again.

And, we both have a bit of a crazy side.

We're roller coaster buddies;

they make us laugh until we cry.

When it comes to flying, we agree on everything.

We love it.

While some may take Dramamine and close their eyes,

we just grin like Cheshire cats;

especially during take-offs and landings.

We like feeling those "G's."

That brings me to the second portion of this post.

A trio of P-51 Mustangs

Dad and I just celebrated a yearly tradition.

The Air Show.

Thanks to Dad's line of work,

(which includes lots of military aircraft),

going to the Air Show is not only a lot of fun,

but very educational as well.

He tells me everything he knows,

and I love hearing about it.

Unfortunately, we both missed our favorite part

for this year's show - the F-18...

We aren't as big on the old War Birds,

though we appreciate them for Grandpa's sake.

We like the loud and noisy jets best.

The F-22 is almost as good as it gets.

But- I was pretty happy to see the A-10,

I've loved them ever since 2003.

I'll never forget visiting my sister on an AFB

in Germany, and watching the A-10's

and F-16's depart for Iraq.

The Air Force Heritage Flight - an A-10 and two P-51's

The A-10 always brings back good memories,

even if it isn't the loudest one out there.

Another view of the Heritage Flight

They actually had the audacity to cancel the B-2 flyover.

But we lived, we went home early,

and we didn't get sun burnt for once.

Joe had been helping out with his CAP squadron

during the show, so we went and found him.

While Joe was talking,

I was sneaking photos of his boots.

Well, I was actually listening too--multi-tasking.

Thanks for putting up with all of this girls. :)

Happy Father's Day Dad,

I love you!