I had spent the entire morning making sure my husband wouldn’t spot us at the airport because I wanted our son to surprise him after landing. The plan was working perfectly until Tyler made an unusual announcement over the cabin speakers, and I realized something was very wrong.
My husband, Tyler, had been flying commercial planes for almost nine years.
Somehow our seven-year-old son had never been on one of his flights.
Mason hated that fact.
Every time Tyler packed his overnight bag, Mason followed him around the house with questions.
“Are you flying the big plane today?”
“Not today, but sometimes I do.”
“Do the passengers know you’re my dad?”
“Not really, buddy.”
“Why not?”
Tyler would laugh. “Maybe some of them will know you one day.”
I thought it was time for that day to arrive.
A few weeks ago, Tyler mentioned he had a short Saturday flight to Chicago.
He would fly there, have a few hours between assignments, and be home that evening.
I got an idea almost immediately.
It felt harmless. Sweet, even.
I bought two tickets on his flight and didn’t tell him.
Mason nearly exploded when I explained the plan.
“We’re going to surprise Dad?”
“After we land.”
“Can I go to the cockpit?”
“If the crew allows it.”
“Can I wear my pilot shirt?”
“Absolutely not. He’ll spot you from a mile away.”
Mason took the secrecy more seriously than anything else in his life.
He packed headphones, gummy bears, and a small toy airplane.
He made a drawing of Tyler standing in front of a plane.
Across the top, in enormous crooked letters, he’d written: BEST PILOT EVER.
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