Struggling Well With Life

If there is anyone out there who reads this blog besides my wife, I apologize for going “Jack Bower”.  I got out of the habit of blogging, then I hit a pretty hectic patch of time that forced me to hunker down for survival.  Just a bunch of excuses.  I am here today, but will be gone tomorrow.  Today is a wild day, a day that we have sort of been getting ready for for the past 18-19 years.  In a few hours we will board a flight across the pond to deposit our first born into a castle for a year of study.  It is exciting, rewarding, scary, sad, but wonderfully right.  She is ready to launch, a great girl, with a great heart.  I couldn’t be prouder, or more excited for what God has in store for our sweet Em.  We arrive tomorrow morning in London, actually on my 50th birthday, and I just figured out that I am losing half of my birthday with the time change. Jipped! Think of us, as I drag my three ladies all over the city half asleep. There WILL be a good meal somewhere in the itinerary tomorrow, no matter what - and I will find a piece of chocolate cake.