would you believe me if I told you that J & I went skydiving yesterday?
welllllllll believe it sister, cause it's true!
for my birthday this year, that handsome devil of mine surprised me with two tickets to jump right out of a plane (which either means that he thinks we're especially adventurous, or, thought this would be the perfect way to get rid of me. muahaha)
we didn't have the time to do it during the school year, but now that summer is in full swing, we decided it was finally time to take the plunge (literally). for someone who doesn't even really like roller coasters, I was amazed at how un-terrified I felt the whole time leading up to the jump. there came a point during our flight up (just to a casual 8,000ft) that I decided it would be best to stop looking out the window. the higher up we went, the more I wondered exactly how many doses of crazy it takes for a person to do something like this. and then! all of a sudden! the door to the plane flew open, J scooted to the edge, and in the next second, he was gone! he went from sitting right in front of me to being a teeny tiny dot with a parachute attached, miles and miles beneath us. (I guess free-falling at 100mph will do that to you)
and then, it was my turn.
if you haven't ever been skydiving, let me just tell you. it was the absolute best experience. ever ever ever. there is no leap of faith quite like jumping out of a plane. free-falling was cra-zy. crazy. but for those of you (like me) who think the idea of swan diving out of plane at 8,000ft sounds
if you haven't done it, do it. we're already itching to go back.