Here’s something I never, ever, ever (times infinity) imagined myself saying: To all the brand new members of our #thepilotwifelife aviation family, numbers 601 through 11,145, welcome aboard! Just…wow. I am so glad you are here! To say that I am humbled beyond measure would
I’m probably the only idiot in the world that actually pays attention. Like clockwork, a flight attendant dutifully stands up front with an emotionless countenance belied by the utter boredom in his/her eyes and trudges through the required safety demonstration with practiced if not
Time is to marriage as running water is to a mountain.
It doesn’t stop for anyone or anything and can slowly but surely, almost imperceptibly, chisel away at the tiniest cracks in the foundation until they widen and become insurmountable chasms. Over time, it can destroy the tallest mountain, create gaping canyons, and alter the landscape until it is virtually unrecognizable.