This is Going to Sound Ridiculous

No, I'm not voting for Mitt Romney.

I'm flying to Tampa tomorrow and can't shake the blues. The next seven days will be wonderful, I know. I'll visit with loved ones, relax by the pool, eat Mom's food, drink Dad's alcohol, and leave the children for hours at a time.

Can't wait.

But then next Friday, we will get on a plane and fly back to The Springs. And I honestly don't know when I'll return to Florida.

Not anytime soon.

The past five months, I've been looking forward to this trip. And it will end too quickly. I am sure of it.

And so if we go out for dinner and I linger a little too long, if everyone goes to bed and I stay up for more talks, if I insist on one more story or squeeze your hand without letting go, oblige me a little.

It's gotta last awhile. A long while.

And it's gotta last you, too.

So on behalf of my teary eyes, trepidation, and awkward silences, thanks for understanding.

Now who's ready to party?