Up Close and Personal with the Man in the Moon

        It was time for the acid test. Girlfriends, cherished soul mates who speak truth, met Admiral.  The evening was great fun and noisy, of course, with a dozen women talking at once.  Admiral loved every minute of being the only man there and being the center of attention.  He grinned from ear to ear, posed for snapshots, and talked easily with all.  The next day each friend confirmed what I felt - he's a keeper. 
       "Let's fly up for the day." Admiral said when I talked about an extreme acid test - meeting my Delaware family.  “You set the date and I’ll get us there in time for lunch.” he said. 
       The flight to Wilmington, DE was easy and scenic. The little 'potato chip' plane flew smoothly under Admiral's control, across the Chesapeake Bay, over farmland, cities and interesting landmarks.
       The whole clan picked us up at the airport and took us to a charming restaurant in New Castle.  The minute Admiral left the table they were full of questions about this man.  “So, are you taking flying lessons?” # 1 Son asked right off the bat. 
       When Admiral returned, the questions changed.  Yummy food was consumed over easy conversation with a heavy helping of check-out-the-new-guy-this-must-be-serious undercurrent for this first meeting.  
       Enjoying ourselves caused a later-than-planned departure for home.  The return flight was expectedly smooth.   Colors were brilliant as the sun set.  Lights twinkled on the ground below and in the heavens above us.  Conversation was animated as usual.   Suddenly the plane was in a steep bank.  “What’s going on? I’m going to throw up. This is the end.”  I thought.  
       When I felt the plane level, I opened my eyes.   We were flying straight into the biggest full moon I'd ever seen!  I felt like I could reach out and tickle his chin! 
       Admiral held my hand and said “Look, the moon’s laughing at us. Do you think he laughs as much as we do?”