Roots that keep me grounded. Wings so I may soar.
She wrapped her little arms around me as I pushed the four wheeled machine to higher speeds. I felt as if I could fly just from the excitement, but I dare not, for I did not know if wings had grown on her heart like they grown had on mine.
They pinned her newly earned pilot’s wings to the front of her uniform on the left side of her chest while she stood at attention, her head held high, proud and dignified.
The composed audience burst into laughter when her smiling husband hugged her in congratulations and whispered into her ear, not knowing the microphone was close enough to hear his teasing, saying to her, “Does the other one fly too?”