I’m on a plane again, this time to a place I know you won’t find me.  As I write this, I’m literally some place over the Pacific Ocean, 2,514 miles away from Sydney on my way to a “dream vacation” with Brent.  I know there is no way you would have ever allowed me to go on a trip like this with him, and as I look back at the notes I’ve written to you over the past one year and nine months, I can’t help but feel a sense of gratefulness that things worked out the way they did. I always told you that I would never let you get in the way of my relationship with my kids.  And you did.  Almost to the point of no return.  Fortunately, your choice made it easier to reverse some of the damage and because of that, I’m on this plane