Kissing Through Fences
Every parent knows their kids are the greatest and those kisses are the best in the world. Every kiss and hug Haley and I have... is through a fence. Am I crazy? Surely we don't carry around a fence? But we do. I wake up every morning to call her at her Mom's house. We sing songs, pray, and send kisses over the phone; our distance/living in 2 different states fence. Every evening we talk about our days, sing songs, pray, and send more kisses, through the phone-fence. Every other weekend we trek a total of 400 miles to and from our homes. Each time I see her running to me at our meeting point for kisses, and when one of us cries when the weekend is over. Kissing through her Mom's car window. Those are our Wal-mart and car fences. She calls to tell me about something exciting, something sad, something I should be there with her for... the ripping of my heart fence. 
I'm about to pick her up for the summer soon, and for a brief 8 weeks or so, life will be normal again. We'll do everything together and be peas and carrots again. Not every barrier is made of wood, iron, or chain. As I sit high above the clouds in this airplane 1,200 miles from her, pulling on my "thinking beard", tears welling in my eyes missing her; I think, no Daddy should have to kiss his girl through all these fences.
