Current Photo Friday theme: Flight
Flight to New York, 1998
I don’t usually use my camera when I’m flying. I’m too busy gripping the armrests or the hands of the nearest friend or stranger. Nerves might explain the blurry photo, but I will admit that this was one of the happier flights of my life. James and I flew to Manhattan, where I met Tim and Timmy in person for the first time. While the jet was backing away from the terminal, James, knowing how I fear flying, said, “If we die, at least we’ll be together!” That wasn’t exactly comforting–but his presence and his bear were.