My grandma is 96 years old. And she still knows my name, and everyone’s names, and tons of stories from her life. Seriously, she’s amazing. She loved adventure and didn’t take anything too seriously. She wasn’t afraid of change or just living outside the box. I like to think she’s lived this long because she found freedom by walking in ways others didn’t expect. She flew! I think many people have had the dream of flying. I mean, without a plane, just free falling, then up again and around, over the rest of the world below us.
Kids love be in the air. It’s so effortless for us parents to give them flight. You lie on your back, put their tiny bellies on your feet and up they go, whirling around, arms spread wide. The smiles, the joy, the giggles are just pure freedom and letting go of all other thoughts their heads may have had. I think if I could really truly fly, any cares, any worries, any problems would dissipate and the grin on my face would be impossible to replicate apart from that moment.
I’ve been traveling this week and last, and telling our family’s story to new colleagues, acquaintances, business peers. We share who’s waiting at home for us and everyone always smiles when they hear about my babies. It’s been fun to visit with people who are amazed at the way God has orchestrated my life. And when I am provided these opportunities, I become amazed myself, again and again. I fly! These years have been so gloriously ruined.
As I sit here waiting to fly home to my family, I am thankful for the Safe Haven Law and those I told about it even just today. I’m thankful for my friends and family who have helped us through times which Jonas and I were completely unprepared to deal with on our own. I am thankful our wings held steady through it all and I think Knox’s birth mom would agree. She surely has had her own flying experiences, ups and downs. I think of her so often. I think of her smile. Is it his too? Or her hair. Does Knox carry her curls in his own beautiful locks? What made her laugh today?
Maybe we’ll both have questions we always carry for each other? I suppose so. Maybe that information will be one flying session that just doesn’t come to a close and maybe that’s okay too. I keep telling those I meet how wonderful she is, how I love her and love my story. I love my plane, my wings, my runways and the airports which have been the meeting places for it all. It’s freeing to fly. It’s freeing to accept your own flight path and know it’s uniquely yours.
So, wish me a safe flight as I go see the world from above. Thanks, Grandma, for always giving me the courage to venture out and experience something new. And tell someone you know about the Safe Haven law. Just keep talking …. It makes a difference. Thanks!