It was almost like Peter Pan himself invited us to go.
So of course we had to go flying– even if I was a bit unsure at first. Wasn’t Wendy a little nervous, too?
The little ones, they weren’t nervous at all. They’d gone before and were sure it would be fun to fly again. All full of faith and trust and pixie dust, they were. So we left our cares behind and soared right up into the blue sky — in a red and white Piper Cherokee.
We can fly! We can fly! We can fly!
But if I focused on what I didn’t understand, what I couldn’t control, I’d get too nervous.
So I focused on trusting the pilot and studying the big picture spread out below us.
Our kind pilot flew us a little more than 1,200 feet above the town we live in. How fascinating home looks from above!
The littlest one thought the March landscape looked like a brown and grey patchwork quilt, all those fields and lakes and clumps of trees pieced together with dirt roads and paved highways.
How exhilarating to see what the birds can see — and to see the birds themselves flying so far below us!
All too soon the sun started slipping farther west.
So our kind pilot brought us gently back down to earth — smiling and full of wonder. We flew!