Back at the beginning of June, my brother called me on the phone and said he has a really cool thing he wants to do as my birthday present, IF I can come to Houston. He wouldn't elaborate, he just wanted to know if I'd be able to come. Of course, I said.
Reflecting on this, I was struck by several thoughts. First, I've been to Houston several times (brother lives in Spring) and for the life of me I couldn't think of anything THAT cool that would apply to my birthday. Second, my birthday is September 24, and my brother usually remembers this on September 23, resulting in me getting a card and present in mid-October. This amount of forethought and planning was unusual. Lastly, I haven't had a proper vacation in more than eleven years, and I was planning on taking two weeks around my birthday to go abroad. Ah well, maybe next decade.
So he called again a few days later, very excited, just to make sure I'd be able to come. Absolutely, I said.
Well kids, this is what I'll be doing next Sunday, September 18.
My amazing brother and I will be crewing the last B-25H for 30 minutes of flight time, then yours truly will get 30 minutes in an AT-6. When he told me, I was literally speechless. I've known about it since the end of June and I'm still staggered. Even now, typing this, I'm giggling like a schoolgirl.
Indeed, the Best Birthday Present Ever!!!