On July 1st, my two younger sisters and I, jumped out of a plane at 13080 feet, dropping at 180 mph.
Back up a bit...
In may, I announced if I wasn't pregnant, I'd go skydiving. Because, well, it's safer than jumping off a cliff, right? My sister suz said She'd join me in support.
June 28th I called her bawling. It was the first time I could barely speak through my tears. The only words that came out were " suz, did you still wanna skydive with me?" she knew what this meant and of course was so sad for us. I turned around and booked our jump.
Our youngest sister, Sayle, has horrendous anxiety issues. However, she said yes to the jump the night before, because sisters stick together right? Namy girls forever.
We gear up, get our quick briefing, and hop on the plane, strapped tightly to our guys laps. Twas a beautiful clear day. Thank u God for that beautIful day. Before we knew it, it was time. 3 scoots of the bums, lean into the wind, and soar. I couldn't figure out how to breathe, it was 180 mph winds racing through my nostrils and lungs. 60 seconds later, crotch pain, the chute had lifted us. I could breathe and enjoy the insane beauty I was falling to. I landed and tears started falling out. My guy was like, pretty intense emotions huh? I said, dude, you havenoidea. I ran to baby sis who landed next, she was sobbing with a smile. Suz landed and we all cried. Tears of joy, adrenaline, comradery,love, and a lil sadness. We each needed that jump. For different reasons, and didn't know it til after.
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No news on dans cancer screen yet. I'm busy being on call for my 16yr old client who's due any day. We are praying for change. I'm getting new inspiration for design, that makes me happy. Bryns great,did great camping this weekend.
