Austin
To say I was nervous would be putting it lightly. I felt like my stomach was being ripped out. The plane ride back to California was something else. I knew Dylan had never been on a plane, let alone a private plane, so once we got to the point where we could take off our seatbelts, seeing him run around the plane, looking out all the windows and laughing was a sight to see. He had a newfound sense of energy that was so beyond contagious, I couldn’t help but chase him around the plane trying to catch him as he jumped on the seats and laughed.
Other dads would be upset about something like this. A child running around on something so beyond expensive, but I didn’t care. It was welcomed. It gave the plane a sense of peace and living. I kept glancing at the
