Some of you have asked how Sienna did on the plane on our trip to NY.
She actually did great! partially because of a sweet little girl who sat behind us and was quite the entertainer for her. We also tried to time the flight with her nap time to ensure she would be exhausted and sleep the whole way...which she did.
Danny slept most of the time - (the guy can sleep through a tornado) meanwhile I was as stuck in one position avoiding any movement so Sienna who slept so sweetly on my lap wouldn't wake. My only form of entertainment for the 4 hours was looking out the window....
There is something about being high up in the clouds and looking down at all the little houses and cars along the highways that gives me a whole new perspective on life. Every time I fly it never fails to kind of cleanse me of the filth that is down on the ground below. The stresses of life, the day-to-day, hopes, dreams, fears. It makes me think clearly
Perhaps it helps me see the "bigger picture" from way above
(Sorry for how morbid this post is about to get)
As I was looking at my husband & baby sleeping ever so peacefully...I began thinking about my fears...my biggest fear in fact.
Before I was a mother & a wife I was never afraid of death, it wasn't something I thought about or talked about.
But then I became a mother and death takes on a whole new meeting, it would mean that I would leave my daughter motherless and my husband to raise our daughter alone. It petrifies me down to my core and I know its something thats inevitable...and I know only God knows the hour but I trust in him to live to see my grandchildren.
next flight I'm bringing entertainment,
instead of letting my thoughts run wild :)