On Sunday, after we watched the Bears get Tebowed, everyone headed to dinner to celebrate Sharon and my birthdays. We tried going to Sushi Para, but it was crowded and probably a little too pricey for a big group. Someone suggested a Thai place down the street, so we drove over. I had been there once before, a couple of months ago, and remembered it well. When we arrived, there was another big group of Asians waiting for a table, and while Myung thought it was fate, I'm still waiting for the gentle whisper.

Tonight I happened to run across a video of a blind 11-year-old Japanese girl who was the last finisher of the most recent Honolulu Marathon. I must be going through some hormonal changes as I get older because when I saw the little girl shuffle across the finish line towards her mother's voice and fall into her arms in tears, I lost it. I don't cry very often, and definitely not for some random story, but I don't care. I want to be that little girl at my finish line.