Yesterday my children learned to fly.
I am so grateful for a husband that counters my natural tendency to hesitate and be cautious.
I live with the fear of falling.
He lives with the possibility of flying.
The week has been spent enjoying the sun and the water.
The kids have spent the majority of each day in the water
swimming and sliding.
The big blue tube slide, that begins at the top deck of the houseboat and twists down to the water, has been the hit of the week.
The kids discovered that with the addition of a drop or two of baby shampoo the speed going down the slide doubles, and you can REALLY get going!
Yesterday the water fun advanced from riding the slide and jumping from the ledge to a whole new level of fun.
After a lot of big talk the dads took the plunge and jumped from the top deck of the houseboat into the water,
teaching their children how to soar.
I’ll admit the idea of the kids flying off the top deck into the dark waters (and hidden dangers below) made me more than a little anxious.
But after the dads tested out the safety and showed the kiddos how it is done there was no stopping them.
My little chicks took flight, one by one, soaring from the safety of the boat into the unknown.
Oh, how scary!
But they didn’t fall…they flew.
And they soared and soared again,
until the sun began to sink in the sky.
I thank God for blessing me with a husband that is not afraid of falling,
because if it was up to me my chicks would never leave the safety of the nest,
and they would miss out on the thrill of flying!