36 hours later...

36 is the number of consecutive hours I've just finished spending in airports and in jets. What were long flights to begin with were made worse by at least one major mechanical malfunction. I won't go into detail but suffice it to say that the experience, besides being exhausting, provided me with several moments of realizing how much I'm still more defined by anger, impatience, and bitterness rather than the grace of Christ.

Right now though, all is well. For the first time in 3 weeks I've kissed my wife, held my sleeping daughter, and felt my unborn child kick. Happiness.

Now I'm going to go pass out.