When our oldest turned 18, we decided to take him skydiving. So..we loaded up and headed out…got on a plane…tried not to die of a heart attack…
and then jumped.
OUT.
OF.
AN.
AIRPLANE.
And LOVED it! So much so, that I was caught screaming, “From now on, on everyone’s 18th birthday, we jump out of a plane!”
And so, when the next one turned 18, his older brother took him up in a plane, while his father and I watched from below.
As they jumped out of an airplane.
Bboo, on the other hand, said she would not. She mentioned shark diving instead.
But this weekend, she kept with family tradition.
Her oldest brother again, went up in an airplane with her….
and jumped out. I sooooo wanted to go each time, but….at least I get to watch them.
I will say, though…when we get to the youngest…we will ALL JUMP OUT OF AN AIRPLANE TOGETHER…well, two planes…cause we’re a rather large family.
My honey put together this video to capture what we’ve been up to…and to celebrate Bboo’s graduation.
Three down…four more to go!
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