Yesterday, with special thanks to Grammy and Papa P for treating, the Austin clan attacked Busch Gardens in Tampa Florida.  Ironically, and to my great disappointment, the name is very much misleading.  There are not gardens of beer, in fact they had Sam Adams on tap for $8 a dixie cup.  With that said, we had a blast!  Jenn and I rode on something called the Sheikra, a roller coaster that brings you a hundred feet in the air and then drops you speeds equivalent to the speed of sound…only to bring you up again to do the same.  I digress.

The point of this blog is to note this really cute picture and to recognize something kind of interesting.  Ryan is full engaged in the job of “flying” this ship.  He did allow himself a smile, as I imagine most pilots on their first flight might do, but he was in charge and had the distinct and heavy responsibility of guiding his vessel to safety.  The pressure mounted because his brother was counting on him.  Cooper, on the other hand, was just busy working the crowd.  So it got me thinking, at what point does the weight of the world start to grow on our shoulders and we start to take our responsibilities seriously.  It also has me thinking, as I write this, if my supposed “responsibilities” are a lot like Ryan’s…. namely created in my own head 🙂