
A long time ago Brandon set off on a journey to fulfill his life dream and become a pilot. He had graduated from WSU with only his Associates of Science and stopped because he knew there was no major at Weber he wanted to waste his money on.
We had been talking marriage and at the same time looking for flight schools. The closest at the time we could find was ASU in Arizona. I was just finishing up my teaching degree and refused to leave my family so we got married and stayed in Ogden putting Brandon's dream on the back burner.
Then one day an opportunity presented itself. A friend of his dad's at the airport said he would give Brandon flight lessons. It was an AWESOME opportunity. He was able to borrow his dad's plane and only pay for the cost of gas and insurance saving hundreds probably thousands of dollars in plane rental fees. Then, Kevin, the flight instructor only charged $15 per hour! Brandon started going out to the airport most days after work and on Saturday. Before we knew it he was ready to take his FAA exams. I was 8 months pregnant with Christian when we went together to take his written test in SLC. He was SO nervous. I should say we because I think I was feeling just as uneasy and almost sick with nerves. (Isn't it funny how spouses do that?) Well I guess Richard S. Drury had it right when he said, "A pilot lives in a world of perfection or not at all" because Brandon passed with 99%. You only need 70% to pass and get your license. He was SOOOO mad that he missed one question because after reviewing his test he knew the answer he had missed and was mad at himself.
Christian was born and the talk of ASU surfaced again. With a new baby there was NO WAY I was leaving. Somehow, and I don't even remember how, we found out USU had a new flight school. Oh happy day! Phone calls were made, admission apps were submitted, and trips to talk to advisers and financial aid people were taken.
Brandon officially enrolled in USU's Engineering Department's Aviation Technology - Professional Pilot program in the fall of 2000. He started commuting to USU everyday and Christian became my new best friend because Daddy was never home. Christian doesn't remember but we made many 1 hour trips to Logan just to see Daddy for a few minutes. Christian was never very patient. We would watch planes come and go. "Is that Daddy?" "Where is he?" "When is he coming?" And then there we would be as Daddy was landing, standing on the tarmac with Christian yelling, "DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!" When Brandon realized that was us his eyes would light up and his hand would start waving fiercely as he taxied by. After coming to a stop and getting out of the plane we would all run to each other. Most of the time there was only a few minutes for some hugs and kisses and then I'd pack Christian back in the car for the hour drive back home. He was Daddy's biggest fan!
(Brandon still keeps this note in his flight bag that barely 2 year old Christian gave him before his instrument pilot check ride)

Eventually Daddy Graduated Cum Laude, Parker was born 2 weeks later and for reason's only Heavenly Father knows Brandon got sick and our plans were put on hold for a LOOONNNGGG time.

Fast forward 6 years. . .
Today coming home from a cub scout swimming activity I realized as we were passing the airport Brandon was getting ready to take off. I pulled into the parking lot, left the van running full of cub scouts and Ella, and ran into the Jet Center. I quickly asked the dispatcher, "Has Brandon Parish and his student taken off yet?" He pointed out on the tarmac to a running plane and said, "That's him. He just started the engine. Do you want me to call him on the radio and stop him?" Feeling a bit disappointed I said no we'd see him sometime tonight and ran back to the van. I yelled at the boys to get out and run to the fence to see the plane take off. With the van still running and the all the doors wide open we all ran to the fence. Brandon and his student started taxiing past us and Christian started yelling again, "DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!" This time Daddy didn't see us. The other boys began asking, "That's your dad?" "He can fly that plane?" Christian with more pride in his eyes than I have EVER seen answered, "Ya! That's my dad!" We stood there and watched as Brandon took off and disappeared into the horizon.

As we got into the car, the "What does your dad do" conversation started. Ryan's dad is a dentist. Ian's dad is a pastry chef. Christian's dad is a pilot. Christian has a cool dad. Something Christian has known for a long time.