My wife is on a plane this morning and my tummy is a little twisted with that knowledge. She is flying to Nashville for a work meeting and will be flying back tonight – just in time to celebrate my beautiful Mavis, darling!’s tenth birthday with the family. Ten, our youngest daughter is ten. My heart flutters when I write it and my eyes tear up a bit. I’m not sad for her, I am happy for her. She has become one of the coolest little people I know. She has a sense of humor that is distinctly her mother’s, handed down from her Paw-Paw Chris. She has a sense of style that is absolutely her own, pulled from the skater shirts and cargo shorts of Goodwill and Walmart with a twist of glitter tennis shoes. I love her and I am thrilled to be her parent, she is one of God’s biggest blessings in my life.