Recently I boarded a plan in Houston to make my way home to San Diego. I’d spent five,
luxurious days loving on some of my children and being loved on by them. My eldest son,
Benjamin and daughter-in-love, Jen; my nieces Lauren and Emily and her husband Mike and
their new, little bundle of loveliness, Hazel Rose. I now have officially dubbed her “The Hazel
Rose of Texas”. I had an aisle seat, so no dark abyss to sink my eyes into. Just as well. I closed them and basked in the sweet memories of their presence in my life. Truth is, I’d been starving for them and was reminded of why that was so. They’re...