We told ourselves we'd go when we were out of debt. But when that glorious day came (thank you, Santa) skydiving in December sounded less than appealing on so many levels. And then...it just hasn't happened.
Skydiving wasn't high on my "To-Do" list so I just kept it there, right under the radar.
But Jonathan is turning 30 this month so I decided that it was now or never. YOLO as they say. I booked us a surprise appointment for this past Thursday when we were driving back from the States, (and then told Jono about it almost immediately.)
I'm not going to lie....I wasn't what you would call ecstatic about our plans. There were multiple times in the last week when Jonathan asked me why I was so quiet. "I'm just going through the mantra in my head-Skydiving is SO FUN. We are going to love it SO MUCH. I am going to be like Peter Pan. I am going to be like Super Woman." I told myself that I could win in this battle of mind over matter.
And then the inevitable Thursday came.
I wrote my will before we left which stressed out my sister. And when they made us watch a "safety video" I was almost in tears after a few minutes of the long-bearded man gravely telling us how we might die this very day.
But I wasn't going to look back now.
We were all geared up and ready to go when the clouds rolled in. And kept rolling. Then came the torrential rain, thunder and lightning. We waited around for 3 hours before they called it a day.
We got a cheap hotel and pizza and settled in for more waiting. I guess it wasn't so bad. Except for the waiting.
I will be the first to convey my shock that I found myself actually excited at the prospect of jumping out of an airplane at 13,000 feet when Friday rolled around. Heights and I have never been what you would call "friends."
But jump we did, without looking back and lived to tell the tale.
And now, what we all want to see, photos-
Yep, this look seems to be a bit apprehensive.
Shout of joy?
How do I not have any boogers up my nose?
All these photos are by Lonny, the gentle knight holdly me tightly through the morning skies. (I was the sucker who said I didn't want to buy photos...then turned around and bought them anyway because they were just so funny. I couldn't help it. Jonathan has banned me from buying treats for myself for the next three months to make up for it.)
So Happy birthday to my dear Jonathan. Life with you is an adventure continues and only gets better by the day.
I'll write you an entire entry on fear one day soon.