Baby Boy loves airplanes, he loves jets and helicopters and all flying machines...
Often during the day I will find him with his head back searching the sky in hope of a glimpse of a plane or at least an ultralight or something.
This evening he was in luck!
As the sun set not one but two jets streaked across the sky...
Leaving behind their vapor trail like a row of lace in the sky!
Baby Boy was thrilled beyond words!
He kept saying
Plane, plane, man, fly, go!
We watched together till they were out of sight over the southern hills.
Yet he still kept on looking...signing 'more, more'
until I thought he was going to tip over backwards!
That's it...
Baby Boy and I must find a time to leave on a jet plane...
We don't know when we'll be back again!
Kiss me and smile for me...
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go...
Now that you thoroughly have that John Denver song stuck in your heads I will bid you adu...for I'm off to plant out my tomatoes!
Oh Babe I hate to go...
