I knew the day would come. My son would want to fly in the plane with his Papa. Actually, he has been asking me about this for quite sometime but my dad wanted to get me up there first. I did my ride in July so I knew the boy would probably do his before the end of the summer. Dad and I talked about it A LOT! I have never been nervous about my dad's flying abilities, there could be no safer hands. I am just simply terrified of flying and everything that surrounds it. But, I had to give in at some point. I cannot let my fear of something keep Chaz (or future kiddos) from experiencing all life has to offer.
Dad was nice enough to come pick me up for the baby shower so we didn't have two cars in Bentonville. During our drive this was a topic of conversation. I told him that I was ok with it as long as it was a 100% perfect day..... well, the next morning was just that. 100% perfect. We were all standing in the game room when dad asked Chaz if he wanted to go flying with Papa and Daddy. I thought my mom was going to pass out. Not that she cared, she just wasn't privy to our conversation the day before and didn't know what my reaction would be. I just grinned as the boy jumped for joy. He was beside himself with excitement.
Mom and I followed them to the airport to take pictures (are you shocked??!?) Chaz talked about his plane ride the entire way there. I am telling you, this boy was ready!
Crystal Bridges looks like from above? Here you go!