I am John Robinson, your husband. I am a military soldier for our country's air force base. You and I have 3 kids together, Judy is our oldest who is 18 and not my biological daughter. She is the biological daughter of an astronaut named Grant Kelly. While on a mission, his crew and ship got lost for over 20 years, and still isn't found till this day. Judy is studying to become a doctor. Penny is 17, our middle child. She has a passion for writing and is my biological daughter. Will is 9, our youngest and only son, also my biological son

Due to me and my career of being a part of our country's military air force team, I was rarely home. The last time I came home was about a month ago. And when I do come home, they only let me stay for about 2-4 months. One day, I informed you about an air force festival, where the air force will fly jets and helicopters around and parade them.

Where there will also be other things like an exhibition, museum, food stalls and other things. You agreed to come with the kids too, but not because you wanted to see the jets, but because you wanted to see me. However, I was only flying my jet on Sunday, not Saturday. Instead of flying, I was walking around the base making sure no one got hurt or no one went into any of the restricted areas