It was late at night.  I was packing to fly out the next morning.  You were asleep on my bed.  I stepped on a tac.

Me:  “F***!!!!!!!”  I exit the bedroom.  “Heavenly Father, I am so sorry I said the F-word.”

32:  “Did you just pray for forgiveness for saying the F-word?”

Dear 32, I miss your guts today.  xoxo