Today was awesome. I know that's a teenage word but there's no other way to describe it. Today my Papa, my kids and I flew for the first time. I won't lie, this was not on my list of "things to do". I've always considered myself afraid of heights, after today, I'd say that's still true.
A very kind hearted pilot took my Papa's request to fly to heart and made it a reality today. Papa was all smiles. My kids were all smiles. I, on the other hand, was split in two. One on hand I was thrilled this was happening, the smile on their faces was enough to make me glad I went. Though to be honest, I thought at one point I was gonna have to use my boggin as a puke bag. (Well, it was either my boggin or one of my shoes.)
I can say this much...It was something none of us will forget. I glad I "mommed up" and got in the plane. I can scratch flying off my bucket list, right along with Papa scratching it off his.
