...on a prop plane. I am going to visit my aunt in Oregon. Please pray for me in whatever form that takes for you. First, while I am not scared of flying, little planes do give me a bit of pause.
Second, and much more frightening, I am taking my active 22-month-old boy on my lap. On a two hour flight. In a little plane. The plane was full, not to mention expensive, so I had no choice. And there were no flights near nap-time. At least it is a single seat on that side of the plane. Unfortunately the only seat available on the return flight was next to a person. Pity that person. I am bringing chocolate and money to buy them a drink.
I may or may not have the time or access to the internet while I'm gone.