Anyone who knows me well knows I hate this hat. Its one of Kenny's favorite hats, and he knows how much I can't stand it. I've threatened to do serious damage to this hat before. But now this hat means a great deal to me. I'm holding it until October, when he moves back for good. You see he came to visit last week because his nephew was born wednesday morning. There is nothing like opening your front door at midnight to find the person you love on your doorstep. Well, I did find that. He left for VA Sunday morning, but before he did he made a stop by my house to say bye. I walked outside and said "You're leaving me again." He told me he'd be back. I said it again, "But you're leaving me again andI'll miss you." He pulled me into a hug and for a laugh said "I'm wearing that hat you hate." Then he took it off and put it on my head. He told me to hold it until he got back to claim it. So the hat I hate became a promise that he'd return, and now it means more than anything. Who knows, maybe I'll learn to like it after all.