Where The Orange Blossoms Grow...: Soarin' :o)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Soarin' :o)

One evening Daddy decided to take us all flying for the first time.

Naturally, we were all excited, and had a great time in the air. CJ was singing "The Wild Blue Yonder" into his radio the whole time...uhem...Well, anyways, here are some pictures. It was a beautiful, clear evening and the sunset was breathtaking!

Your carriage, I mean plane...awaits, Madam. ;o)

Off we go...(into the wild blue yonder....) ;oP

We're going to be fine.........right? ;o)

Approaching Granddaddy and Grandmama's house...

...Our house...

Our property...

The groves are so neat and perfect. :o)

Amanda's House!! :oP

So pretty. :o)

Love to have that land...:D

They're so cute :o)

I love Will's face...:o)

Well, that's about it, I reckon. Hope y'all enjoyed the pictures. :o)
The Lord bless you.

For the honor and glory of God Almighty,

8 comments:

KittySeptember 14, 2010 at 8:36 AM
Great post! Great pictures! Great job, Uncle Chris!!! :):)

So....when are yall flying up here to visit? :):):)

Looks like a ton of fun. :0)

Love,
~Kitty~
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Mary NoelleSeptember 14, 2010 at 8:56 AM
Yeah we really want to fly up there sometime! There's a little tiny airport right there near y'all, too. :o) Mama was a little claustrophobic in that little airplane, but if we flew one a little bigger, we could probably make it all the way up. :oD
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Jason and AshleySeptember 14, 2010 at 11:20 AM
Wow, looks like fun! I wanna go!
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BonnieSeptember 15, 2010 at 6:49 AM
I love those pictures, Mary! Glad YOU are willing to go up there and take them! Gives us an idea of how many trees we lost in Hurricane Charlie -- we need to replant!

Love,
Grandmother
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Whiddon FamilySeptember 15, 2010 at 7:54 AM
Oh what fun Mary! Our cousin took us up flying in his little plane one time, and that was so much fun! The world is so different from up there. And we think we're so big.. haha! But from up there... phew! Imagine how we are to God!? Yet He loves us and calls us His children. It's hard to imagine.

Thanks for the post! You do a great job at blogging! Hope we can see y'all sometime soon. Hey... Y'all oughta fly up here!?? There's a airport real close!

Love,
Laney E.
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Mary NoelleSeptember 15, 2010 at 4:08 PM
Love to fly up and see y'all! that'd be alot of fun. We oughta do that sometime.:o)
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The DischersSeptember 16, 2010 at 2:42 PM
That was a super great post! Those pictures of the various houses were really good - wow! It looks like you all chose a perfect day to do it too. The one of your mom is so funny! She looks worried. I love love love the one of your dad showing the boys how to tie down the plane!

Laney - Good observation. It does put things into perspective doesn't it?

Love,
Aunt Beth
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Franklin FamilySeptember 20, 2010 at 7:28 PM
We have an airport near us :~) Of course it probably costs less in fuel to just drive to our house. What fun!

The pictures of the boys helping your daddy are priceless.

Thanks for sharing, Mary.
Mrs. Franklin
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Soarin' :o)

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