Fly safe

Tara’s Takes

E arly Tuesday morning, I stood on my front steps sending Ben off for a 7 a.m. Jazz Band practice. Normally when my kids head out the door, I give the parent way of saying “I love you” without actually saying it. Instead I say, “ Drive safe.”

This week, as I sent him on his way, my final words to him as he left were “Fly safe.” That’s right — fly. No, I didn’t mean I wanted him to speed on his way to school. Instead, this would be the last time I sent him off until Sunday because after school and work, he and the Marshall BPA team members who qualified for nationals were headed to Nashville.