Yesterday I wrote about my daughter traveling for the first time long distance by air today. Something happened today that I had to share. What happened will be imbedded in my memory as long as I live.
If you read my post, you could probably tell how hard it is right now for me coming to terms with how fast my daughter is growing up. We arrived at the airport in plenty of time to get something to eat and have some Mother-daughter time. She bought a new book that she thought she might start on the flight. We met several nice people and chatted with them for a while and I stayed with her at the gate until it was time for her to board the plane and would watch the plane until it was in the air.
Ashton was a little nervous to fly alone, which was understandable to me. As she passed the attendant to board the airplane, she looked back and that really touched me. I was proud of myself that I didn’t go to tears and reminded myself that she would be in good hands as soon as she landed. I sat at the window and was watching the baggage handlers working below. A few minutes later I heard the engine and I started praying… thanking God for giving her to me, asking him to continue to bless me and to watch over her, to keep her safe, and to bring her home to me. I told God that he had a piece of my heart on that plane and to send every heavenly angel to watch over her.
As I prayed watching her plane, I was taken back to her first day of school where I asked her if she was sure that she didn’t want me to walk her inside and she told me in a stern 5 year old voice, “No!” Then she closed the door to the car, walked away as though she had been going to school for years and I drove away crying. If you have children, you know what I mean.
So, I wiped a small tear away and was proud of myself for handling her leaving so well. The plane started to back up and I looked up towards the windows…at that moment I saw a large red heart sticker on the side of the plane close to the door with a #1 in the middle. Needless to say I couldn’t hold back the tears at that point. In yesterdays blog I mentioned that I refer to her as #1 daughter. Imagine how I felt to see that sticker on her plane as I pray for her. Another plane was taking off and I looked at the side of it to make sure it didn’t have a heart on it, and it did not! I felt as though I had been sent a message that the plane she was on was sent for her…the airplane with a piece of my heart that carried #1 daughter.
That was confirmation to me, a message, and a blessing. She arrived safely and my sisters were at the airport waiting for her. Another day down and another memory that has brought peace to my heart and comfort to my soul.