Today has been a reprise of a couple of years ago, of sorts. David is here in Greensboro, and he's flying back to Indiana tomorrow. I captured him doing something he truly loves, and I'm very proud to share it with the world.
Happy birthday, son. I have loved these past two weeks, listening to you play your guitar (and Lisa's keyboard), riding along while you drive, watching movies we haven't watched in ages, and catching up on Burn Notice. I wish you could be here longer, but work, school, and friends beckon. Lisa and I both love you, more than we can adequately tell you.