Sharing a moment

So one of my special people isn't feeling their best, I decided to ask them to come with me to a local park to enjoy a fly past of the Lancaster bomber. We waited with anticipation and were thrilled to find it appearing behind us and flying almost dead centre over our heads.
As it banked and turned to face us head-on, the noise disappeared, dead silence, only for it to then rip past us with its low booming grumble. 
Both of us had smiles on our faces and in that moment it was just us. Special times with special folk, that's the meaning of life.