This was a day I knew would come sooner or later. “You can stay on the ground if you like,” DH said. “No way!” I replied, not wanting to see my whole family go up in a light aircraft without me. What I hadn’t bargained on was sitting in the back peering out at central Florida below while Son1 received a lesson from his Dad.
Holy guacamole, the seven-year-old is flying!
Marianne,
I love your BLOG and hearing about your travels. Keep it up!
THANK YOU Tina!! I hope you guys are having a great summer over there. I was so sad we couldn’t get to Minneapolis this summer, too – hoping to be back for a visit before toooo long!