Planes, tears, and pizzas

Yesterday the lovely husband said he had a surprise.  We were going to lunch, but he didn't tell me where.  I assumed that it was somewhere nearby.  However, when he veered the opposite direction heading away from all the restaurants I became a bit nervous.  You see, my husband likes surprises.  I do not.  It's a control thing I think.  I knew I was in trouble when he pulled into the little GA airport in town.  That meant we were flying somewhere.  The only word that kept floating through my head was "crap".  I am not a fan of the smaller planes.  They scare the crap out of me.  Plus I get airsick.  Luckily, Hannah was loving it.  She loves planes, or so I thought.  We take off.  Hannah starts crying, I start crying, and the husband is trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the both of us.  I have no clue why I was crying.  I felt like an idiot.  It was horrible, and I felt so silly for even crying.  Eventually Hannah and I both calmed down.  She fell asleep, and I did my best not to puke all over the rented plane.  Despite my fear and anxiety about the whole trip, I was able to enjoy the view.

How can I be upset when I am staring down at that water?

The gorgeous coastline of NW Florida

I tried telling her that the headset works better when on her head

Don't I look thrilled?  Luckily, you can't see the red-rimmed eyes from my freak out.

She passed out, and even slept through the landing (which made my husband proud)

I don't think we will be taking any more impromptu trips to neighboring cities for lunch...at least by plane.  And, oh yes, the pizza was delicious.