It was perfect.
It was breathtaking.
I thought we might die, but fortunately I kept the drama in the closet and see! we came back fine.
The plane was so tiny - like riding in a Chevette that sounded like a lawn mower - and we skimmed under the clouds, looking at all the little Matchbox cars and dinky buildings beneath us.
I did fill up stockings with little treats for Christmas morning, but the real gift was the airplane ride. Ben had never been in an airplane before and had begged for a ride, and then one of our friends wanted to keep his license in practice, and thus, the gift materialized! Our friend could not accept payment for the ride because of the kind of license he has, so we are planning to thank him and his wife with a meal.
I would really like to move in this direction for gifts, instead of accumulating more things. The children were so excited, and being the only grandchildren on both sides of the family, they received plenty of loot, too, which is still laying around waiting for me to figure out where to put it.
|preventing the birds from nesting in the engines|
I took the post title from this charming poem which my children love by Robert Louis Stevenson. Genevieve especially loves to swing. I find the words apt for our Christmas plane ride, too!
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside - -
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown - -
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!