Flying the friendly skies

The Graduate landed a job after college and is now certified to handle all of your financial needs, but that's not all he landed. He's taken to the air by working on his pilot license so he can become a certified pilot as well.

Being the loving mother that I am, I accepted his invitation to fly with him in a small little airplane barely big enough to fit me and my purse let alone two large men in the cockpit.

It's true, I'm deathly afraid of heights and appreciated the available barf bag had I a need to use it, but as it turned out, the boy is a smooth operator and handled the rickety little plane with ease. My nerves relaxed and I actually enjoyed the ride and the view, although I kept myself distracted by texting the husband every step of the way giving him a play by play of the young pilots maneuvers.

He practiced his short field takeoffs and landings and I'm confident if there were only a grassy field to bring the plane down he could land it there too.

I later found out the visor he wore was not to keep the suns glare out of his eyes but to block his vision all together so he can rely solely on the planes instruments. Yeah, glad that information was shared after we landed.