We flew out of Bristol airport on a cold, blustery Wednesday morning, typical January weather. The boys were a bubble of excitement, and had no idea what flying would entail. As we boarded the plane, their anticipation became fever pitch. The engines roared and we shot down the runway feeling the force of the engines. Looking over at their darling faces they were overcome with involuntary giggles of hysteria and mild panic… such delight! We were on our way.