FIrst Flight

On Sunday night, my brother asked my husband if he wanted go flying with him. If the day was clear he was planning on flying over my Dad's cabin to check it out. That was all he had to say and my husband was ready to go. He loves to fly and will go any chance that he gets.

He was so happy when Monday morning was crystal clear. When he was getting ready to leave, the kids wanted to go with him. He told them he would ask if they could have a ride when they got back; since my brother's plane is not big enough for all of them to go together.

A few hours later, hubby calls and says they are back and the kids can go for a ride. The only problem is they will each have to ride by themselves. When I asked the kids, they both enthusiastically said they wanted to go. So off we went to the airport.

My brother had to make some adjustments to the seat for the kids. First was trying to see if their car seat would fit, but that didn't work. So he got a file box and a pad to boost them up, and they were ready to go.

My daughter, the brave one, was ready to go! She wanted to be first and my son gladly let her go. She loved putting on the headsets so she could talk during the flight.

She gave us a big thumbs up and they were ready to take off. The only part she didn't like at this point was that it was windy from the prop and the windows were still down!

It was at this point, them taxing out to the runway, that I thought, "Oh Lord, take care of my baby!" It was that mother's internal panic button that started to go off as I saw her leaving without either of her parents.

But they took off gracefully and my brother radioed us from the plane and said that she was doing great. She was looking out the window and having a good time.

If it wasn't for the glare on the window, you can see her little head looking down at us.

When they got back, she gave us another thumbs up, and wanted to go again. She loved it.

Then it was her brother's turn. Before they landed, he had decided that he was not going. I told him that I had an opportunity when I was his age to go up in a hot air balloon and that I didn't go because I was too scared. It is one of my biggest regrets. When he saw his sister get out with the big grin on her face, he decided that he would go.

The big grin on his face was for the camera only! He was a little nervous, but he thought the headset was pretty cool. He was cautiously ready to go.

In this picture you can see my brother waving and my son looking down at us.

Here they are ready to land. I had not been nervous when he went up, but I was happy when they were landing.

He had a big thumbs up when he landed. Both the kids had fun and were telling me that they felt like they were giants. They talked about the things they saw, how the cars looked like ants, the land patchwork and how fun it was to be up there. Next time they want to go longer!

My brother is an excellent pilot and very cautious. I knew that I had nothing to worry about with him taking my children for a ride. I would have said the same prayers if they were getting on a commercial airline. So THANK YOU, UNCLE BOB, for making my kids day, and my husbands. They will never forget their first flight!