Yesterday around noon I learned that my daughter Jessica would be flying into Phoenix for a work-related reason and that she’d be spending the night with us. The exact message was more akin to, “Can you include me in your dinner plans?” She showed up after 6:00 and while I knew, Caroline didn’t have a clue so it was great to see her face when Jessica came strolling up the stairs after I led her through the nearby gate. Their conversation took us to the point we needed to close out the night and wish each other sweet dreams.

Come morning, we took breakfast at an old favorite place where the Triathlete and Quinoa Breakfast Bowl resonate in our smiles. Dropped Caroline at work and did what I do most every day, headed for my first coffee. Jess and I caught up until we could find a small spot in our stomach that said lunch might work and with that, we moved to a place halfway between coffee shop and airport. And then, after one of the briefest of visits ever, my daughter was dropped off at the curb of Terminal 3 at Sky Harbor right at 12:30 for her flight back to San Diego, California. What a nice little surprise.