I love aviation, watching planes take off and land, and generally being around aircraft. Air shows were a staple of our summer weekend, even after the kiddies came along. I have photos of me exiting a C-130 with Caitlin in her stroller. Only one thing - I'm terrified of flying.
We had our pre-Rome meeting tonight and I'm sure it's going to be a spiritually enriching, truly enchanting adventure. Best of all, a priest is flying over with us. I asked Father to make sure he has a stole in his carry-on luggage. He didn't pick up on the hint I was dropping.
"Joyce, Father Michael will have vestments I can use once we get over there. No sense packing what I don't need, especially with baggage fees."
I shook my head.
Later, someone asked Father if we would he say a prayer for us before we leave to have a safe trip. And then I asked him to bring his stole, in case, God forbid, we don't.
"Ohhhhh!" he said, when he finally got it.
That'd be something . A priest hearing confessions on an airplane.