Oh, the Places He'll Go . . .

When Tom and I were first married, I was working on a scrapbook. There was a picture of Tom at 19 years old holding his pilot's license. I labeled it with something like "Tom's Ticket to the Skies--Oh the Places He'll Go." Little did we know how true this would be.

Now, twelve years later, he is embarking on a new direction in his flying career. Last Wednesday morning he made his last flight on the CRJ--something that is bittersweet to both of us. While he is very excited, I, however, am not that big on change, yet I realize it is necessary. He has flown for Mesa now for the past seven years. I guess you could say it has sort of become my comfort zone. We have also formed many good friendships with fellow pilots and their families over the years at Mesa. Tom will miss bumping into friends in the pilot lounge at Sky Harbor. I will miss our quick, silly little trips w/ Tom on the road--following him around from Des Moines to Las Vegas since he couldn't be home for Valentines Day, or meeting him in Tucson on a quick overnight. I guess now we will make new memories.

Tom starts training Monday morning in Miami to fly a 747 (which by the way is special to him, as his dad helped build the first one!), and will embark on journeys all over the world. When he commented he could buy cheap i-pods in Hong Kong, or leather jackets in Korea, my mind wandered to the cheapest place he could by diamonds . . .