Today I've been flying from Biggin Hill, in a light aircraft, flown by Tom, my eldest son. He's training for a private pilot's licence.
In the back seat I was two things - silent while he did his thing - and terribly proud. Boy to man. His own man.
(And a darn sight more focussed and competent than his mother has ever been!)
Go Tom. Keep being yourself.And thanks for showing me the world from above and the sun shining above the clouds. It was magic...
Hooray for You!!!
