Can you spot the child in this tree? Way, way up there, near the top?
She loves climbing trees, riding horses and white water rafting. She taught herself how to do a handstand. She loved the helicopter ride we took one Canada Day, and she didn’t flinch at all during her first airplane ride when the plane accelerated for takeoff, or when we encountered turbulence. I should have seen it coming: once while driving around I had turned up the radio because one of my favourite songs was playing, and she yelled from her car seat in the back: “I love it when you drive really fast and the music is up loud!”
She’ll be base jumping by the time she’s sixteen.
Hubby and I are in so much trouble.