Leaving on a Jet Plane

Dear Liza,

You were more than ready for this adventure, popping up out of a sound sleep and excitedly babbling away to me when I came to get you dressed before the sun rose. At the airport you pointed out every jet you saw shouting, "Jet! Jet!" until Daddy and I joked later in the day that we wished we had a dollar for every time you said it. We would be millionaires. Neither of us knew what to expect from you during a whole day of travel and little to no sleep. Both of us were banking on the worst, but you totally proved us wrong. The noise and motion of the prop plane really scared you. You clung to Daddy and sweated through your outfit during the 36 minute ride to the big airport. Much more comfortable on the big jet, though, you played, snacked, peeked at the ladies behind us, and napped (!). Even though you liked to look out at the wing and the clouds, just one peek down at the ground way below us made your eyes grow as big as saucers and you would immediately slam the shade back down. Daddy and I had fun watching you experience all the newness of travel, but we were ever so grateful when those wheels touched down at National. Let the vacation begin!

Love, Mama