“Mom, do you think Dad will let me see the cockpit today?” Toby asked me one sunny morning as he watched his father polish his black uniform shoes in the living room.
“You know he has to focus on his work, sweetie,” I replied with a soft smile while pouring orange juice into a glass for him.
Toby immediately followed his father into the hallway, trailing behind him like a tiny shadow while firing off an endless stream of questions. “Are you flying a really big plane today, Dad?”
Brandon chuckled warmly, tossing his canvas flight bag over his shoulder as he looked down at our son. “It is pretty big, buddy.”
“Are you going somewhere super far away?” Toby continued, his eyes wide with genuine curiosity.
“Just a short trip out to Minneapolis today,” Brandon answered gently, patting Toby on the head.
“Do all the passengers on board know that you are my dad?” Toby asked, leaning against the doorframe hopefully.
