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  • Husband and two daughters are the kind of people who embrace adventure. You know the kind, and maybe you are one, too. At 14, my daughter decided to skydive, and I had the enviable position of watching my baby fall out of the air.

    I loved the part as she dressed up in an orange and yellow suit, proudly walking to the plane like an astronaut. Music blared, the crowd roared, and I did what seemed right at the time - I yipped and yayed alongside.

    The plane took off and I found my heart oddly still. It flew so high we could no longer see it. And as we watched silently, I scanned the skies for a sign. Any sign.

    My heart started up again when I spotted her red, white, and blue parachute. At least it seemed that way.

    Oh how I wish I could soar.
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