Bliss at 34,000 Feet

We recently returned from a one week to Texas, which I will tell you more about later.

When we flew back we made a connection through Denver, which occurred during nap time. In all of our travels over the past year Colin hasn't sleep on the plane, no matter how much the sand man is calling him.

But this time, the call from the sand man was too great. As we took off on our flight from Denver we had quite a bit of turbulence, which rocked the plane back and forth. Kind of like the rocking of the cradle swing which put my lil guy to sleep when he was an infant. This same rocking lulled him to the land of nod for 1 1/2 hours -- yeah!

As he fell asleep I thought, "Great! Now what do I do?" I had already read the in flight magazine on our trip out to Texas and was wishing I had bought a magazine back in the airport. And behold, as I reached my hand into the seat back pocket, but what did my eyes see?

The previous passenger left me with a most pleasant surprise -- the latest edition of People magazine (a guilty pleasure to read when we travel on vacation) was gracefully tucked between the Spirit Magazine and the airplane safety brochure. And the magazine cried out, "Read me!"

I spent the next 1 1/2 hours reading without interruption or without having to entertain a much too energetic toddler who was all to anxious to be home. Indeed, this surprise tucked into my seat back pocket offered a bit of mindless bliss at 34,000 feet.