We visited butterfly jungle again this evening and this time rather than us being a rest spot for those beautiful creatures, the butterflies were our haven.
Not one butterfly landed on any of us, yet their beautiful flutters and delicate patterns were a reminder of God's gifts to us - priceless creations. Having a chance to sit back and admire the hills, canyons, animals on the Journey Into Africa bus was relaxing. Reflecting on God's presence in this was a mini-respite for my soul.
Here are the boy's picks for planes. First one was military:
Next one was sharky:
"Climbing" into Apollo 9:
Apollo 9 balancing act:

diggin' and constructing a "pool":

Our younger son danced around his dad while he sang "You have a butterfly on you!" and one landed on the singer's head (hee hee!):



At the Shamu Rocks! night show, Our older son SO SO wanted to be on the "big screen". He picked out our seats and we got to work at looking excited to be there - flashing our GLOW lights and clapping hands!
Here he is concentrating on getting the foot stomping, lap slapping and hand clapping to the music: