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Saturn Sandwich

It's a dreary day here in Houston. And somehow the dreariness has spread and infected my sweet little Zara with a virus - this morning she had a fever and just wasn't her normal, extremely perky self. Chris graciously offered to stay home with her since this is a busy week at NASA for me. 

Around 10:30 Chris called and gave me the update post-doctor visit - just a virus, no pink eye, get rest, etc. (thank goodness!). And then he said, "we're on our way to come get you - Zara has been talking non stop about 'seeing a rocket' since you left this morning." 

"What?!" I said, a little surprised - apparently Zara's inner rocket scientist comes out when she's sick. "Ok, let me know when you're close," I replied. 

My next meeting started at 11:30, so I had just a few minutes to jump in the car and head down the road to "Rocket Park". Maybe she knew I needed this tiny mental break, and that hearing her squeaky three year old voice say "rocket" and "engine" a million times would somehow put the rest of the day and week into perspective. 

"Do you remember the equation Zara?" I asked after scooping her up, referring to the Babies Love Aerospace Engineering book that she makes me read every.single.night before bed. "Fuel + oxygen + heat = ?" "GAS!!!" she exclaimed. "Hot gas shoots from the rocket!" ...yes, in the back of my mind I know she doesn't really understand all of these pieces of the equations or even what an engine really does, but it kind of just makes my heart burst hearing her innocent love of rockets. 

Can you find us? "Wow mommy, it's beautiful!" (I'm so glad you feel that way Z!)

And this picture - two generations of rocket loving women - sandwiched between the stages of the Saturn V - is the perfect motivation for this rocket scientist. 

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