You haven't seen a tree until you've seen its shadow from the sky.
A few weeks ago, my three small children and I spent 7 hours flying and 12 total hours traveling to leave the East Coast and return home for an extended visit to the beautiful Pacific Northwest.
I'm not particularly fond of flying. It's exhausting (just look at the pictures!) and a bit nerve-wracking...but being married to a pilot, I'm beginning to warm up to this amazing mode of transportation.
I can't help but love the moment during descent when things begin to take shape. What looks one-dimensional from so high up begins to take form. Hills and buildings seem to spring up out of the flat ground. I can recognize specific places
I know I'm home.