Calvin
It was a long, noisy flight out to Montana, because little Heather cried a lot on that plane trip, and although both his mother and two sisters, as well as her own dad, had tried to settle her. It was her first plane trip and nothing seemed to really work. It came down to them thinking her ears didn’t pop during the trip.
He was honestly glad to step off his own plane and out to the awaiting cars and drivers that were lined up to take them all to the ski resort. While he stood and waited for his luggage, leaned against the open car door, he took the opportunity to text the boys “I’ve landed.”
“What does your plane look like?” had come back from them to him.
He’d smiled and taken a photo of it and sent it to them. They were very curious about the things he owned. To his surprise,
