Lately Dear Son has been convinced he is JJ the Jet Plane, running around the backyard, arms out to his side, wind blowing thru his blond hair – seemingly free as a bird… to him he is flying.

When he races, which is frequently now, he says “I’m JJ the Jet Plane.” The freedom of imagination, where it can take us – no limits, no boundries, follow our dreams.  As adults, we should hold on and capture that feeling, that freedom and remember it in times of trouble and times of searching.