No matter how many times I board a plane I am like a small child and am thrilled when I scoot into the window seat.
I absolutely love to fly. My first flight in life was at the old age of 18.
I think my gram could count the total number of times she flew on one hand.
And then I think of how many times Paul & Emily have flown before 18.
This morning I am off to Texas to spend the next few days with the Quilter's Guild of Plano Texas
....by the time this blog posts I will be at baggage claim....
....so for now I am just going to gaze out the window a bit more....and daydream.