As I lay there and watch the sun dance across your face,
while you peacefully rest in my arms,
I begin to realize that "I Love You" doesn't convey how I feel,
I have to tell myself to breath as we taxi down the runway. My hands are clentched so tihgt that the knuckles are white. Take another breath now. i realized that I am crying, tears slowly slide down my cheeks. A wrinkled hand reaches out and pats mine as she tries to reasure me that flying was safe and that we would all be fine. I try to smile and say thank-you but nothing comes out. She grabs my hand and holds and strokes it. I decided that I would not tell her that I have been flying all my life. Take another breath I remind myself.