Loretta slept with me last night. Yancey was at work and she was sick--sore throat, high fever. She woke several times, reaching for me. I held her hot little hand in mine, knowing even as I did that I'd relive that moment today. And years from now. I believe in redemption and second chances, but I also believe in missing out. I don't want to miss out on my life. This is it.