At 6:30 this morning, my 14-year-old daughter began to open her birthday presents. I know, it’s early, but I’ve been invovled in a conference all week long and don’t get back home until 6:00 PM, and I wanted Breanna to be able to enjoy her gifts all day long. OK, maybe it is less about Breanna and more about me. I really let Breanna open her gift early because I couldn’t wait.
For the past month I’ve had to keep a secret from my daughter. I’m terrible at keeping secrets when I have really good news to share. This weekend I’m speaking at The National Youth Workers Convention in Anaheim, California. I told Cyndi last month that I had throught of the perfect birthday gift for Breanna. I’d cash in some of my frequent flyer miles and bring Breanna with me. Cyndi agreed, and today, while opening her gifts Breanna unwrapped some pictures of California. She immediately said, “I’m going to California?” Then she saw the airplane ticket and said, “I’m going to California on Saturday?” She couldn’t wait to get on the bus and tell her friends.
This weekend Breanna and I will fly together for our first ever father/daughter trip. She’s decided that she wants to visit Hollywood and Beverly Hills. A girl after her Dad’s own heart. We can’t wait to experience this together. She’s also excited about going to the National Youth Workers Convention with me and hearing the David Crowder Band and Jars of Clay in person. Saturday can’t get here fast enough.