Leap of faith

The last thing I did in Montreal before hoping on a flight home was to go watch my nephew skydive. This is how he chose to celebrate his seventeenth birthday. His girlfriend, Sarah, was also on hand to witness this and, although the weather was rainy, the sun came out long enough for him to get the go ahead and suit up.

Sarah was adopted from China when she was a baby. (She is now eighteen.) She is beautiful and quirky and smart and very sweet to Xavier. And she hates Chinese food! The two met at a track meet almost two years ago and hit it off.


Of course, in classic fashion, my sister and I decided that we had enough time to go and get everyone lunch before the parachuters were okayed for takeoff. And sure enough, Uncle Peter called to say that Xavier was about to board the plane while we were still waiting for our orders in two separate restaurants. So, yeah, we missed Xavier boarding the plane and flying up into the cloudy blue yonder.

We did actually arrive in time to see his descent so all was not a loss and, more importantly, he landed in one piece.




Happy birthday, Xavier.

Isabelle