The sliver of the setting sun grew as it rose on the horizon.  The little plane swiftly left the ground heading westward toward home.  It was as though we hung suspended on nothingness in the calm of the evening air as street lights begin to twinkle between tree branches beneath us.  The gentle purr of the engine made me drowsy like the warm vibrations of a washing machine on spin cycle.

How fortunate I am to be born in this century, into this privileged country, and to be the wife of a pilot.  To have the opportunity to hop in a little airplane that fits our family just perfectly and go fly halfway across the state for free!

Jamin often flies for random reasons.  This time someone left a suitcase at JAARS in Waxhaw, so Jamin was given the task of retrieving it and getting it to them.  Given the beautiful weather and the simplicity of the task, I asked if we could come along.  But there were other motives too...

We had heard earlier in the day that Samaritan's Purse's Kodiak had been at JAARS, so we thought we might have the opportunity to see it and even get some pictures with the celebrity. :)

God worked out the timing perfectly, and we got pictures.

Like Esther said, it was a black Kodiak, not a purple one.  Heh.  Hallelujah.

We touched down in Shelby just in time considering Jamin's night-currency.  Home just in time to get the kids supper, baths, and in bed.

Ah.  What a lovely day.  It makes me almost forget the crayon that got eaten and drooled all over Jaren and the carpet, the beard shavings on the bathroom sink, the poopy sheets on Esther's bed, and the other routine trappings of this mommy's life. 

I'm a lucky woman.