
A few people have asked me about Piper's name and aside from being cute it carries some major meaning for me.
My dad has been building and flying Piper Cub airplanes for as long he could hold a screwdriver. I have never known a time when my dad didn't carry the scent of airplane parts and have hands that were stained a particular shade of "cub yellow". His devotion to building these cute little tail-draggers was a wonderful part of my childhood and I had the privilege of spending countless hours beside him in the workshop helping fit into the nooks and crannies of a Cub. I have then had the pleasure of riding in the cub, which I think is akin to puttering around the sky on a riding lawnmower. I have associated both of my pregnancies with Cub rides. I found out about my first pregnancy right after a beautiful Cub ride, and a more harrowing ride in a WWII German bi-plane....(might have skipped that if I knew). I also visited the little Piper Cub when Shelby was two and I was pregnant with my own little Piper. I knew in my heart that I would have this little girl and be able to give her the name Piper, which represents all of the wonder and delight of my own childhood. I look forward to her first trip to the airport.
