On Our Way to Porto Santo 🏝️

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Now we’re sitting on the plane.
I have to admit, I was a bit surprised because the plane isn’t very big—actually, it’s quite small, and small planes scare me 🥺… but I’m trying to keep positive thoughts 😅.

Even though my daughter is 27 years old, I don’t want her to lose her mom just yet, and definitely NOT my son—he’s only 10. I really hope everything goes well 😬🙏.

Man, the older I get, the more scared I become of everything! I never thought I’d get this nervous about things… age has really caught me off guard.

The plane is starting to move now. It’s heading toward the runway, and my heart is pounding—it feels like it’s right up in my throat. Ever since I turned around 43–44 years old, it’s just been getting worse every year 😥😳😰. I’ve never had issues with this before, but now… 🥺.

I need to turn off my phone now, but I’m crossing my fingers and hoping for the best 🙏.