For weeks, Kevin and I have been keeping a secret: for Noah's eleventh birthday, Kevin had arranged for him to go flying with a friend of Kevin's who has a plane. Understand: this is the boy who eats, sleeps, and breathes all things aviation. He spends his time reading about airplanes, watching t.v. shows about airplanes, building paper airplanes, collecting model airplanes, dreaming about airplanes. And he's never flown at all, even on a commercial flight. And he had no idea what we had planned. When we pulled into the airport, I asked him if he had figured out what we were doing. He said, "Are we gonna look at some planes?!"
At this point I was almost crying because I was so excited for him. I said, "No, we're gonna GO FLYING!!" He was ecstatic.
Bryan, the plane's owner, was so great to explain what he was doing and why, and even let Noah take the controls at one point...which caused my lunch to lurch. :) We did two 'touch and go's', and it was an all-around great experience.
Noah declared it "[One of] the best days of my life!!!" Happy Birthday, Noah!! Just don't expect us to top this one next year. :)