Kaitlyn, we celebrated your daddy’s birthday today by riding our motorcycle to historical Southport, a town where the Cape Fear River meets the Atlantic Ocean. You know the place. As we sat outside at the water’s edge on a bench, we saw seagulls. These seagulls were not displaced like the ones I wrote about yesterday that inhabit parking lots. These were where they were supposed to be, doing what they were supposed to do; soaring into the sky and landing on water, not a parking lot. They soared and they are free Kaitlyn, just like I hope you are. I hope you are soaring Kaitlyn, in every sense of the word. I love you so much. I carried you with me in my heart with each second as I always do. You are never in the back of my mind, but always in the forefront of my thoughts. Beauty makes me think of you, and I saw you in everything today. I miss you so much.