Father's Day Weekend

I planned and planned and planned to have a fun Father's Day Weekend. George made sure his schedule wouldn't conflict with my plans. I planned on going to the Udvar-Hazy Air and Space Museum the Saturday before Father's Day for "Become a Pilot Day" Family Day. We were going to ride in a hot air balloon and see great planes and do fun activities. George was on call Friday, but made sure he wasn't on Saturday so we could go. On Friday he says, "There are some people who never get called in the three years they've been in the squadron." His on call day started Friday at 8 a.m. He stayed home and got a lot done around the house. His on call day ended on Saturday at 8 a.m. We were leaving for the museum at 9:15 so we would be one of the first ones there to ride the hot air balloon.

"Ring, ring," goes his cell phone at 7:09 a.m.

"Crap," I say looking at the clock.

"Gotta go," he says and heads downstairs to tell Jakob.

"No, daddy," wails Jakob.

Jakob and I headed to the museum on our own and rode in that hot air balloon. We sent pictures to George to show him what he would have been doing had he not had to take someone to play golf for several hours. We called him when we got home and told him all the fun things we did while he sat for 4 hours and then flew someone back after the golf game. He did come home that evening and we had a wonderful Father's Day with church, golfing, a new pressure washer and even a nap for the deserving Father. It was all good.

But it could have been better.