I love flying

I love flying. My first time on a plane was back in nineteen hundred
and ninety five. My oldest nephew Michael (more like kid brother) was
working in Orlando and Linda (oldest sister), Mother (woman who
birthed me) and I flew down to see him. It was our mother's first
flight, too. I had never flown before because, well for one, I
couldn't afford to and where would I go anyway? It was Mother's first
flight because "if God had wanted me to fly, He'd have given me
wings." She became a fan of flying that day and I think all it took
was her realizing a 2 hr flight beats a 15 hr drive any day! She's
flown to see her family in Warren OH several times since then. I think
it's safe to say she likes it.

I had dreamed of flying since childhood. I remember lying in the grass
of our front yard in Bremen KY, staring up at the big fluffy white
clouds... clouds that I still love to this day...I'd watch in
amazement as they changed shape and I can remember thinking "I wonder
what it's like to fly through one of those in an airplane...or a bi-
plane!?...I bet it'd be cool. I hope I can do that one day." (No,
kids. The use of "cool" didn't start with your generation. And those
cute babydoll dresses/tops you've gone so crazy over...the ones that
look like maternity tops...um, yeah...I remember a few just like them
that your mother owned back in 1973.)

As I'm flying through my beloved big, fluffy white clouds on my way to
Uganda I'm wondering...do the precious children we're going to meet
this week...do they lay on their backs in the patchy Ugandan grass,
staring up at the clouds and think "I wonder what it's like to fly
through one of those in an airplane?...I bet it'd be cool. I hope I
can do that one day."?

I'm thinking probably so and I pray God blesses their lives so that
one day their dream of flying through big, fluffy white clouds will be
a reality.

much love,
Peg