I was 9 1/2 months out and it was the first anniversary of our first kiss/engagement anniversary and I wanted to do something to honor the day. Sergio had gone skydiving a few years before and he loved it so much I put it on my bucket list too. I brought one of my dearest friends who had every reason to live to jump with me- I prayed that if one of the parachutes was going to fail it would be mine. I clung to Sergio's prayer card and took the leap attached to the instructor. I was so OK with dying that day but the universe had another plan...
It was thrilling. I did not die. I was happy I crossed it off my bucket list. I honored Sergio and our anniversary. And I had a massive headache from hyperventilating the whole way down. ;)