We did it and more!

The weekend of October 10-12, 2014 was a fantastic one!  On Saturday my sister came home from Waynesburg, PA via bus into Boston (and survived with little tears shed).  My Mom, Aunt, Grandmother, cousins, sister, daughter and I spent the day in Boston.  We used to go every year in November since I was 12.  We stopped going a few years ago due to a few things. We took the train down and back and had fantastic girl time.  It was great to bond again during this trip.  We managed not to lose anyone and only had one incident where my mother may or may not have forgotten about my daughter in H&M.  All is good as we did make it home together.

On Sunday we got up at the crack of dawn to head down to Skydive New England and jump.  My sister still didn't know she was going until we got there.  She was so shocked.  So my mother, sister and I went to our getting ready to jump out of a plan survival class, which in my opinion was just a place where I signed my life away and promised I wouldn't blame them.  I did also learn that there is no perfectly good plane, pilot, parachute, jumper...you get the idea.  We finish the "class" and go outside and wait for our names to be called.  We watch a few groups jump before us from the class the day before.  Their jumps got cancelled due to the weather, but we had clear blue beautiful skies.  Finally our names get called, we meet our jumping companions, and suit up.  Then we get on a tractor and drive over to the plane.  It's about a 15 minute ride up to the 14,000 feet we will be jumping from, but the views are beautiful and remind me to be thankful for these moments I have.  They remind me of how wonderful my God truly is and what he has done. So we are there, 14,000 feet in the air.  My sister is the first to go out of the three of us, then me, then my mom.  The feeling is spectacular and I loved every moment of it.  The feeling of free falling and the views and serenity the moments after the parachute open we so peaceful and calming.  The motion sickness part I did not anticipate, but I will be prepared for next time.  When my mother got her barrings she clearly stated that she was "never doing that again!"  Overall it was a great success and my grandfather and I are making plans to go in June.

After the skydiving adventure and a few naps, we headed out to my aunts camp and had a lobster feeding frenzy.  My mothers whole family (which is just her parents and sister's family) were all there.  We enjoy endless lobsters and laughs.  The view was beautiful and we all had a great time.  

My parents stayed the weekend along with my sister, so they headed home Monday.  It was an amazing fun filled weekend that I will remember for the rest of my life.  I'll ever forget my mother's first words after landing from skydiving, her excitement for us to spend the weekend together, and all the things we got to do together.  While my mother may not remember it for long, it was definitely worth doing and made me realize that I should never question why or for who we are making memories for.