Paul left this morning for a work trip. So, in case you don't have a calendar that means that my husband is flying over D.C. on the 10th anniversary of 9/11. He'll be fine. We really aren't worried or he wouldn't be going. But, this morning we all gathered together to say a family prayer before he left and I think that's when it all hit little Ronni. As soon as the "amens" were said she jumped up into her daddy's lap and cried... and cried... and continued crying. She kept yelling, "I want to spend a long time with you, Daddy." We kept explaining that it's only 7 days and he'll be back next Saturday but she doesn't care. She wants him now.