It's Boat Time. Take 4. Action.

Dad left on Thursday for the 2nd time to head to the boat.  He needs to CQ (carrier qualify, or prove he can land safety on the back of a little ship in the big ocean in the dark...) before he can finish flight training.  We said our good-byes and our prayers.  We cried our tears.
And then he came home.

The jet that was supposed to take the guys to Virginia broke.  So very comforting.  But we got another night with daddy (quickly scratch the idea of having cereal for supper) and everyone was happy.

Then Friday morning we said our good-byes and our prayers.  We cried our tears.
And then he came home.
Am I repeating myself here?  Nope, you guessed it. The new jet on the new day broke.  Very, very comforting.  So, we got another night with daddy, yay, and had another nice dinner.

Today, daddy left again.  This time he had to be at the jet at 6am so we said our good-byes, but we were too tired to cry.  The jet actually made it out this time.  I pray the jet doesn't break in the sky.

Have you ever driven a little convertible into the trailer of a moving semi?  At 400 miles per hour?  In the dark?  That is about as close as I can get to imagining what Mr. Pilot is about to do.



Praying for peace.