Today is a finger-wringing, nervous-stomach, lip-biting, neck-jingling kind-of day. I woke up to this love note from my husband:
Bird = airplane. My husband jumps out of an airplane today. Again.
Except, today? He uses a “new” parachute he had to train to “learn” on Monday.
Today? He’s out there in bone-chilling, freezing temps.
Today? He’s jumping with a vicious sinus infection (one I had hoped would prevent him from jumping, but the doc gave him the A-OK anyway).
Today? I’m going to be an even bigger nervous wreck than I am normally.
Today? Bear with me.
Until that call that he’s landed safely, I’m gonna be a freakin’ wreck.
I know he’s a professional, he’s got eleventy-gazillion (okay, almost a-hundred) jumps under his belt, I know he knows what he’s doing. But as I’ve said before, it only takes once to change your life. Every day I pray that this day, this jump, is not that day.
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