First Time

There was a time in my life when I flew on an airplane about once a month for about eight months.  It was my first year of college.  I was in Oklahoma and pretty smitten with this fella back in Michigan.  I worked between 35 – 40 hours a week pretty much to pay for plane tickets and phone bills.  Long distance relationships can total work . . but man, are they expensive!!

During that time, the fella I liked flew out once to see me.  He does not like heights and was terrified of flying.  But he came to see me ❤  That was his first time ever on an airplane.

After that time in life I flew with a friend to New York.  And I almost flew to Las Vegas to watch another dear friend get married.  That Las Vegas flight was never made.  I stood in the terminal staring at the airplane that they wouldn’t let me board that day.  There had been a terrorist threat and they had closed boarding early.  There was nothing I could do but stand there and cry; knowing I was missing a very important day.  Brief thoughts of sneaking out on the runway and crawling in with the luggage had went thru my head.

Today was the first time the hubster and I ever flew together!  He was the guy that I flew to see and that flew to see me in college.  But it hadn’t dawned on me until the other day that this was the first time we actually were flying together.  The two of us AND our darling children!

The flight went well!  The nervous children did well!

Tonight I am thankful for our first family flying trip!  And I am super thankful for a wonderful lady taking care of our home and our pets!  She has made this whole thing so much better, knowing that our critters are well taken care of!

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