Yep. We did. There is somewhat of a backstory to this, mostly having to do with just how terrible of a wife I am . . . Two years ago Nick graduated from Willamette University with his MBA. I was extremely proud of him, but also very nervous about the whole job situation. When Nick graduated, I was trying to think of a graduation gift, and my favorite presents are one in which an activity is involved. And I knew that it had to be more than something like a movie gift card (although I did think about this and then realized that I am extremely lame and cheap). So I thought of dum dum dum, Sky diving! I thought it would be an awesome gift. But turns out sky diving costs a fair amount of money . . . which, we did not have. So for my graduation present to Nick, I wrote him a card and told him that I would take him sky diving as his present, but that I wasn't going to do it until he got a job. I am an awesome wife I know.
Now, two years later, thanks to Andrea Croskey's birthday and her adventurous ways, I finally delivered on my graduation gift to Nick (Please also note that I included myself on this gift since I am pretty selfish). So last Saturday, we went sky diving. Stuff has been pretty crazy, so I really didn't even think about the fact that I was jumping out of a plane until we walked into the office to sign the papers. And then I got nervous. But mostly I was nervous out of anticipation. I just knew that I was going to pee my pants or else just completely freeze up, trying to push my body out of a plan 13,000 feet in the air. I was scared, waiting for the nerves to come.
After a few hours of signing like hundreds of waivers, mostly which warned me, "You might die;" and doing some intensive training, which included a five minute warning of, "Don't walk out to the plane by yourself" and that's all; I got on the plane with Nick, Julia, and a few other crazies. The closer I got to it, the less scared I was. I would think, knowing myself, that I would be fa-reaking out about the fact that we flew by a commercial airplane right as we reached the spot to jump. But nope. I sort of thought to myself, "Eh, what the hell." I was the first to jump out of Nick and Julia and I. And it was awesome.
It was nothing like I thought it would be. Mostly what I experienced was crazy cold pressure on my face as I dropped 9,000 feet in the air. It's not the typical roller coaster stomach dropping experience. Just like you're getting blown through a really cold wind tunnel. At 4,000 feet, the parachute popped up and it was easy sailing. I got to "drive" the parachute a bit and I'm pretty sure my instructor was annoyed with me because I was trying to go in circles as fast as possible. But honestly, I just kept thinking, wow, this is really peaceful.
Overall though, it was a rush. I'm so glad I got Nick such a great graduation present two years ago. And truthfully, I am so proud of Nick for graduating, I love him so much and I am so glad we finally got to experience this together.