So here is a story about the very first day of our honeymoon.

Bree and I enjoyed a very entertaining ride to Abbotsford courtesy of friends Nathan and Kristina (engaged and lovin’ it) where we got on our first plane on a trip that would find us in Lisbon. Abotsford Calgary London Lisboa: that was the plan.

Moments after we had reached cruising altitude, the airline pilots made an announcement “We have recieved a report that the Newly-weds Briana and Will are on board this afternoon enroute to their honeymoon destination in Lisbon.” or somethig to that effect. The flight attendant brought us wine (on a little commuter jet, that didn’t even have peanuts of pretzles, that is a bigger deal) and we tinkled our glasses over the Okanagan as a celebration of our new life together, at 20,000 feet. Every one clapped and cooed. It was awesome.

But who is responsible? Mom (Leah) who was there at the airport? Aunt Marlin and Ralph? The “most helpfull Air Canada employee I think I will ever meet” guy at the front desk at the airport?

It could have been any of these but I have a hunch that it was none. I have a hunch that my cousin John, an air traffic controller in Edmonton radioed the flight crew to tell them the news. So fess up whoever you are, and, thanks. That was nice.