A little boy is here in the Athens Airport marveling over all the planes he sees here in the lobby. He notices pictures, points his little finger and shouts "Wow!" and as he notices model airplanes in display cases he excitedly gives them sound effects saying "SHHOOOM!". He can't be anymore than 1, maybe 2.

About 20 minutes ago, two pilots dressed in fancy, pressed, black pants/ white shirt pilot uniforms were saying farewell to their passengers, and are currently pausing for a quick lunch break. They will soon resume their duties as pilots and head to their next destination.

I hope that in 20-30 years, the little boy so in love with the aircrafts and the concept of flight, will be saying farewell to his passengers, grabbing lunch, and heading back to where he is station to meet another set of passengers. He may very well become an accountant, a high school English teacher, or the guy winning the hearts of college students on a street corner with some innovative homemade snack...but I've just got this hunch that he'll be in that pilot's uniform some day.

It's the little things like that that make me thank the Lord for life. For the little boy who is already finding his passions, and for the pilot's that provide the quickest and safest transportation allowing us to experience other parts of the country and the world in just hours.

Froyo Heaven

I haven't posted in forever, because I always feel I lack blogging talent and potential, however, I feel I need to discuss my love for frozen yogurt shops. Yes, frozen yogurt. I guess an example I am talking about would be Pinkberry. Pinkberry was the first shop like this that I had ever heard of, and I never really knew much of it. Then, after wishing I could try Pinkberry for so long, I came across a little individually owned yogurt shop in downtown Athens (where I live). After tasting and experiencing my first cup of froyo heaven, I was hooked, and quickly (oh, SO quickly...) filled a punch card to earn a free cup of said froyo heaven. This addiction to yogurt quickly flourished. We are now expecting a second yogurt shop (this one being of a chain called Yoforia) in Athens, and I'm really thinking that, unless I control myself, I am going to be consuming cups and cups and cups of this delicious phenomenon. Now, a few years past hearing about the typical froyo shop and environment, I'm seeing them everywhere. My most recent discovery was last night while taking my sister back to college in Columbus, GA. My Mom and Sister were at Wal Mart, and my Dad and I had intentions to have some good ol Ben and Jerrys, but they were closed. I noticed in a shopping center a cute little store called Chill. I figured it was clothes or accessories or something, but as my Dad drove me closer, I realized it was a yogurt shop. Not just any yogurt shop. We're talking 30 self serve yogurt flavors with a whole toppings bar of like 100 toppings that you can pile on to your hearts content as long as you plan on paying 45 cents per ounce. So deliciously amazing. Especially with being less calories than ice cream, I will easily choose these wonderful heavenly brightly colored yogurt shops over Ben and Jerrys or Brusters any day. If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself!





And if you ever happen to notice, wherever your travels take you, a Pinkberry, Yoforia, Chill, Yoguri, etc. I highly suggest you make a stop and try it out. :)