It all started with this:
She'd been ask to the Senior Ball by this boy that was a little "plane- crazy" and had just recently passed his flying exam and earned his pilots license. For the "day-date" he wanted to take my beautiful daughter on a joyride up in his airplane. In an a small airplane that he had just barely passed the test, (like the week before) to fly solo.
She sprang it on me the night before the scheduled date. I could tell she was excited and wanted to go, but red flags were flying all over in my head. So late that night, I reached out to a couple of old friends with ties to the flying world to see if they thought it was safe. Thankfully they were all still awake and I found reassurance that all would be well. And it was... until they had such a great time, he wanted to take her out again, on a longer ride, outside of the valley.
The views apparently were amazing and on the way home, they did a fly over our house.
We excitedly ran outside to wave and watch her fly by. So fun!
Then..., and then, as they were flying off into the sunset,
he pulled left and the plane tilted
and something snapped inside my chest.
A broken heart is a real thing.
I came inside, locked myself inside the bathroom and bawled, big ugly tears.
My beautiful baby girl was dangerously flying off into the sunset with persons unknown and there wasn't a darn thing I could do about it.
And it crushed me.
She was growing up and cutting those apron strings.
And as excited as I was about all the fun new things she gets to see and do
I was happiest when she was tied to my hip
(maybe I should clarify, after the colic subsided, it was rough there for a bit).
Posing in front of her artwork with art teacher Mr. Nebekker, her one of her favorites.
a little after graduation soiree
a beautiful blue topaz ring from Mom and Dad
a blanket from Grandma Hatch
Senior Sunset
Seminary Graduation
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