His job as a stoker was the one, most likely to be fatal in a ship sinking…or at least very likely to be fatal, because when a ship sank or took damage, the seawater would flood the areas where the stokers worked first. Nevertheless, that was the job Arthur John Priest, an English fireman and stoker had, and one he managed to survive as he worked on four ships that eventually sank…with him onboard. Priest worked on the RMS Titanic, HMS Alcantara, HMHS Britannic and the SS Donegal. The fact that Priest survived all four of these sinkings, earned him the moniker “The Unsinkable Stoker.”
Priest was the son of Harry Priest, a laborer, and his wife, Elizabeth Garner, and one of twelve siblings. He was born in Southhampton, England on August 31, 1887. In 1915, he married Annie Martin (née Hampton) in Birkenhead. The couple had three sons…Arthur John, George, and Frederick Harry. The family spent several years living at 17 Briton Street in Southampton.
Priest worked as a stoker deep in the engine rooms of steam-powered ships. A stoker is “a person who tends the fire for the running of a boiler, heating a building, or powering a steam engine. Much of the job is hard 
physical labor, such as shoveling fuel, typically coal, into the boiler’s firebox.” He was part of the “black gang” of 27 men that included six firemen, two trimmers, and a steward known as the “peggy,” who brought them food and drinks. The job was grueling, often done shirtless in the intense heat of the furnaces. During his time as a stoker, Priest survived four ship sinkings and two major collisions, most of which occurred during World War I. These included the RMS Asturias (collision on her maiden voyage, 1908), RMS Olympic (collision with HMS Hawke, 1911), RMS Titanic (sunk by an iceberg, 1912), HMS Alcantara (sunk in combat with SMS Greif, 1916), HMHS Britannic (sunk by a mine, 1916), and SS Donegal (torpedoed by SM UC-27, 1917). Remarkably, fellow Titanic survivors Archie Jewell and Violet Jessop also lived through the Britannic’s sinking with Priest, though Jewell later died on the Donegal. In 1917, Priest was awarded the Mercantile Marine Ribbon for his service in the Great War. After the sinking of the SS Donegal, Priest gave up working at sea and left his job as a stoker. He spent the rest of his life in Southampton with his wife, Annie, often saying that “no one wanted to sail with him after those disasters.” I suppose his “retirement” was a matter of necessity. When it became apparent that the company was having trouble filling the positions, it might have been easy to decide that the problem was superstition over what might be looked at as “bad luck” on the part of one stoker.
Aside from his survival tales, little is known about his personal life. Reports say he passed away on February 11, 1937, at his Southampton home at the age of 49 due to pneumonia, with his wife Annie by his side. He was laid to rest at Hollybrook Cemetery in Southampton, England, and earned the nickname “the unsinkable stoker” for his remarkable stories of surviving at sea.
In a horrendous act, the co-pilot of a German airliner, Andreas Lubitz, intentionally flew the plane he was piloting at the time, into the French Alps, taking his own life and those of the 149 others onboard. The date was March 24, 2015, and at the time of the crash, Germanwings Flight 9525 was en route from Barcelona, Spain, to Dusseldorf, Germany. The plane took off from Barcelona around 10am local time and reached its cruising altitude of 38,000 feet at 10:27am. Shortly afterward, the captain, 34-year-old Patrick Sondenheimer, requested that the co-pilot, 27-year-old Andreas Lubitz, take over the controls while he left the cockpit, probably to use the restroom. At 10:31am the plane began a rapid descent and 10 minutes later crashed in mountainous terrain near the town of Prads-Haute-Bleone in southern France. The controlled flight into terrain left no survivors. Besides the two pilots, the doomed Airbus A320 was carrying four cabin crew members and 144 passengers from 18 different countries. Among the victims were three Americans.
During the post-crash investigation, the investigators found that when the captain left the cockpit, Lubitz locked the door and refused to let him back in. The black box they found recorded Sondenheimer desperately shouting at his co-pilot and trying to break down the door. Like most airlines, in an effort to prevent a 9/11 style attack, 
Lufthansa had reinforced the cockpit doors. Unfortunately, at the time of this horrible Germanwings crash, the airline was not required to have two crew members in the cockpit at all times like US airlines did. Flight data also revealed that earlier that day, Lubitz appeared to practice his suicide plan, repeatedly setting the plane’s altitude to just 100 feet when the captain was momentarily out, then quickly resetting it so that his plan went unnoticed.
In their investigation of Lubitz, the investigators found that he had a history of severe depression and, in the days before the crash, had searched online for suicide methods and information about cockpit-door security. It’s hard to know is a depressed person will commit suicide, but it seems to me that if this diagnosis was known, Lubitz should have been removed from flying duties. Nevertheless, while the German native who flew gliders as a teenager, had joined Lufthansa’s pilot-training program in 2008, but took a break in 2009, to receive treatment for psychological issues, he was allowed to return, earning his commercial pilot’s license in 2012. He began flying for Germanwings, a Lufthansa-owned budget airline, in 2013. In the months leading up to the crash, Lubitz visited multiple doctors for an undisclosed condition and had notes deeming him unfit to work, which he reportedly withheld from Lufthansa. Here again, the knowledge that he was a pilot should have 
caused the doctors to forward their findings to his company out of the utmost prudence. By the time all of this information came to light, it was too late.
Pilot suicides involving planes are uncommon. The New York Times reports that a US Federal Aviation Administration study found that, between 2003 and 2012, only eight out of 2,758 aviation accidents were determined to be suicides. While that is a good thing, it also indicates a need to better screen pilots on a regular basis. That may seem like an invasion of their privacy, but they are responsible for the lives of so many people every day, and they need to be held to a higher standard.
My aunt, Sandy Pattan and I were talking about the things the current generation does that we and especially our parents (hers being my grandparents) would never even consider doing. Being a child of the 60s, I was less shocked by things that really shocked her. She would never consider a tattoo, and while I don’t have one either, my children and grandchildren do, and so do some of hers. Tattoos don’t bother me these days. Sure, people might expect me to gripe about the styles, attitudes, or something along those lines that is the current generation, and while I admit those things can be irritating at times, that’s not where my mind is tonight. What struck me is the simple reality that one day we’ll be handing the baton over to 
the current generation. Many people cringe at the thought, and when I see some of the kids around, I sometimes feel the same way. But we can’t judge them based on who they are today, because once responsibility hits, they’ll change in an instant…just like we did. No adult can honestly claim that their parents approved of everything about them…the clothes they wore, their hair, the music they loved, or the friends they kept. Sure, some things might have been acceptable, but not all. And what parent hasn’t sighed or scowled when talking about the so-called next generation?
Just as we were once the dreaded next generation and eventually became today’s establishment, they too will become the establishment of tomorrow. They’ll look at their children and friends as the next generation and hope that, just as they grew into responsible adults, their kids will follow the same path. And they will cringe at the things their kids see as 
normal and cool.
Like us, most kids will grow into responsible adults if we instill in them the values we were taught, along with love and respect for their feelings. With that foundation, they can blossom into people we’re proud of. Kids seek approval from someone, so while you don’t need to pretend to love their clothes, hair, music, or attitude, it’s important to praise them when they truly earn it. Without positive reinforcement, they may act out just to get attention. We can’t be absent from their childhood and still expect them to become great adults. Loving, encouraging, and keeping them in our prayers is the most important thing we can do for them…and for the grownups they will become.
Mary Elizabeth Tyler née Sawyer was an American woman from Sterling, Massachusetts. She is thought to be the “Mary” who inspired the nursery rhyme “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” At least that was a claim she made at age 70. However, the authorship of the rhyme remains unknown, and there is no absolute proof that the Mary was the right Mary or that there was truly such an incident at all.
The Redstone School, which was once attended by Tyler, now stands in Sudbury, Massachusetts. Mary Elizabeth Sawyer was born on March 22, 1806, on a farm in Sterling, Massachusetts, to Captain Thomas Sawyer and Elizabeth Houghton. She was the younger of their two children. Sadly, her father passed away when she was just 19 years old. The family lived at 108 Maple Street in Sterling. Their place was known as the Sawyer Homestead. Due to the story around Mary, the property was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 2000. Unfortunately, it was tragically destroyed by an arsonist in 2007.
The way the story about the lamb played out was slightly different that the famous nursery rhyme. The rhyme makes it seem that the lamb followed Mary to school, but in reality, Mary did have a pet lamb as a young girl, but it was at her brother’s suggestion, she took the lamb to school that day, which caused quite a stir. Mary remembered that a young man named John Roulstone, nephew of Reverend Lemuel Capen in Sterling, was visiting the school that morning. At the time, it was common for students to prepare for college with ministers, and Roulstone was studying with his uncle. Delighted by the lamb incident, he returned the next day on horseback to the old schoolhouse and handed Mary a slip of paper with three original stanzas of a poem written on it. However, this story rests solely on Mary’s recollection, as the slip has never been found. The earliest known publication of the poem appears in Sarah Josepha Hale’s 1830 collection, supporting her claim as the sole author.
Although there’s no evidence to back it up, several spots in Sterling, Massachusetts, keep the story alive. In the town center, there’s a 2-foot statue and historical marker for “Mary’s Little Lamb.” The Redstone School, where Mary supposedly went and the incident allegedly happened, was built in 1798. Henry Ford later bought the property and moved it to a churchyard at Longfellow’s Wayside Inn in Sudbury, Massachusetts. In 1835, Sawyer married Columbus Tyler, a Vermont native who served as steward of the McLean Asylum in Belmont, Massachusetts, for about forty years, while Mary worked there as a matron. They built a large home in Somerville, Massachusetts, and were instrumental in founding the city’s First Unitarian Church, completed in 1845. Mary was active in the Women’s Christian Temperance Union and the Women’s Relief Corps and also helped establish the Women’s Industrial Exchange. There is no record of the couple ever having had children.
In 1876, at 70 years old, Tyler claimed she was the “Mary” from the poem. The following year, she joined nineteen other women in helping to save Boston’s Old South Meeting House by selling fleece from her pet lamb, attached to autograph cards. The fleece had once been made into socks by Mary’s mother. Tyler passed away on December 11, 1889, at the age of 83, and she was buried in Mount Auburn Cemetery located in Cambridge, Massachusetts, beside her husband, who had died eight years earlier at 76.
The Old West was a rough place to settle for a man, much less for a single woman. When we think of women in the Old West, we think of families, schoolmarms (often daughters of families), the soiled dove, the rancher’s daughter, Indian guides, of a wild west gun show type, but rarely, if ever do we think of a female homesteader…out in the west…on her own place!! Nevertheless, they most certainly did exist, and some of them were very successful!! These were gutsy women who might have been seen as prim and proper back east, but in the West, they held their own and stood their ground!!
The subject of women on the homestead has been a subject of interest to many historians, who say that about 12 percent of the homesteaders in Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, the Dakotas, and Utah were single women. When I think about these women living out on a homestead all alone, I cringe!! Some of these women either felt like life and love had passed 
them by, and others just wanted a new adventure. The homestead Act afforded them an avenue to realize their dreams. The Homestead Act of 1862, which let any 21-year-old head of a household claim federal land, gave these independent women the opportunity to travel across the country and to become landowners. By the early 1900s, a woman could pack her belongings, hop on a train, and make in days a trip that once took months. Upon arrival, a land-locator would take her by wagon or Model T to find her claim. To “sweeten the pot,” changes to the Homestead Act in 1909 and 1912 cut the time required to “prove up” and doubled the amount of land available to claim.
That was all the incentive Florence Blake Smith, a bookkeeper from Chicago, needed, after she learned about 
homesteading from a friend just before he left for Wyoming. She thought, “If he can do it, so can I.” Working winters back in Chicago to save enough for the required seven months on her claim, she persevered until the land was officially hers. Her story was far from unique. As it turns out, research shows women homesteaders were just as likely to succeed as men. Still, these women homesteaders would have to have “grit” for sure. The West was no place for sissies. There was no law, as often as not, and women were often in more danger than they knew. Still, women like Florence Smith, Nellie Burgess, Helen Coburn, Alice Newbury, Geraldine Lucas, and Elinore Pruitt Stewart…perhaps the best known, because the letters she wrote to her former employer in Denver were published in the Atlantic Monthly and then in a book, Letters of a Woman Homesteader. Her story most likely added validity and notoriety to the subject of women homesteaders. Well known or not, these women were a vital part of the American West, and an amazing group of women for sure.
We all know about the growing season of plants, but were you aware that children grow faster in the spring due too? That growth spurt is due to several factors, among them, increased Vitamin D. Vitamin D is essential for bone growth. Longer days and increased sunlight in spring boost vitamin D levels, which play that very key role in supporting a child’s bone growth. Another factor is that of hormonal regulation…increased daylight hours can lower melatonin levels, which may enhance growth hormone secretion, promoting faster growth. In addition, more time spent outdoors during spring allows children to engage in physical activities that stimulate growth. In the spring, fresh produce is easier to find, making it simpler to enjoy a balanced diet that encourages growth. Altogether, these factors make spring an ideal time for childhood growth.
It might seem surprising, but research shows that kids often grow faster in the spring, thanks largely to more sunlight and better nutrition. Several studies have found that the biggest growth spurts happen during these 
months. For example, a 2015 study of 760 Danish students revealed peak growth in April and May, while a 2022 study of thousands of Texas children also reported strong growth rates in spring and early summer.
The second-best growing season is summer. One of the most significant factors driving summer growth spurts is the relationship between sleep patterns and growth hormone release. Of course, when the kids don’t have to get up early to get ready for school, many of them tend to sleep half of the morning away. Growth hormone secretion occurs predominantly during deep sleep, particularly during the first third of the night when deep, non-REM sleep is most abundant. During summer months, children typically enjoy more relaxed schedules, allowing for longer and higher-quality sleep. This extended rest period provides more opportunities for growth hormone release. The combination of less school stress, warmer weather, and longer days often leads to better sleep quality for children. Without early morning school schedules, kids can follow their natural sleep patterns more closely. CMC Pediatrics emphasizes the importance of maintaining good sleep hygiene year-round, but particularly during these crucial growth periods. Children experience a rush of growth hormones both when they fall asleep and when they wake up. Longer summer sleep periods allow these hormones to work more effectively, contributing to the dramatic height increases many parents observe in their children.
Of course, another big part of growth is good nutrition, and when your child suddenly seems hungry all the time, their body is likely preparing for or experiencing a growth spurt. Their increased caloric demands are very likely part of the need for extra energy as part of that growth spurt too. Growth happens all year round, but kids often experience a boost in spring. Longer days, better nutrition, more time spent being active, and improved sleep all play a role in this seasonal spurt. Parents can help by encouraging outdoor fun, offering balanced meals, and making sure their children get plenty of rest during these lively months. Oh, and plan on needing new clothes before school starts again, because that is just a part of the deal.
Throughout time, the abilities of women were often underappreciated. It was thought that women couldn’t be successful in business, research, and especially medicine. Eventually, however, people began to realize that women were being sold short, because they could do many jobs as well or better than men. Within that area of women who were underappreciated, also fell women of other races than white. Nevertheless, very slowly that perception too began to change. On March 18, 1889, Dr Susan La Flesche Picotte made history as the first Native American woman to graduate from medical school, finishing at the top of her class at the Woman’s Medical College of Pennsylvania.
La Flesche Picotte began her love of medicine as an eight-year-old child on Nebraska’s Omaha Reservation. While living there, La Flesche Picotte experienced a formative moment…staying at the bedside of an elderly Omaha woman in agonizing pain, waiting all night for the white doctor to arrive. The woman died overnight and the doctor never appeared. For La Flesche Picotte there was more than devastation, there was anger at the absolutely unnecessary death, simply because the people on the reservation were considered expendable. “It was only an Indian and it [did] not matter,” she later recalled…that if the old woman had been white, the doctor would have rushed over at the very first notice.
La Flesche Picotte studied at the Women’s Medical College of Pennsylvania and, at just 24 years old, and a year ahead of schedule, she graduated at the top of her class. Although her colleagues urged her to stay and practice on the East Coast, she chose to return to Nebraska to serve her community. Soon after, she became the only doctor for more than 1,200 people in the Omaha and nearby Winnebago Tribes, covering over 400 miles. After marrying in 1894 and having two sons, she kept caring for patients across the reservation, often bringing her children along on house calls. In 1913, with the support of her husband and donations, she opened the first privately funded hospital on a reservation, determined to help anyone in need, whether white or Native. She chose to ignore the race of a person, after experiencing discrimination over race. She did not want to carry that forward into life. La Flesche Picotte was a dedicated advocate for temperance on the reservation. Alcohol, brought to the Omaha tribe by white fur traders, had deeply harmed the community…her own husband died from complications related to alcoholism. She campaigned to the state legislature, urging them to stop whiskey peddlers from selling on the reservation, and eventually convinced the Office of Indian Affairs to ban liquor sales in towns established there. It was one of her greatest contributions to her people.
La Flesche Picotte dealt with chronic illness herself for much of her life. While in medical school, she struggled with breathing problems, and after several years working on the reservation, she had to take a break in 1892 due to chronic pain in her neck, head, and ears. She recovered but fell ill again in 1893 after a horse-riding accident left her with serious internal injuries. Over time, her condition led to deafness. As she grew older, her health worsened, and by the time the new reservation hospital opened in Walthill in 1913, she was too frail to run it alone. In early March 1915, her suffering intensified, and she passed away from bone cancer on 
September 18, 1915. The following day, services were held by the Presbyterian Church and the Amethyst Chapter of the Order of the Eastern Star. She was laid to rest in Bancroft Cemetery, Nebraska, near her family. Her sons went on to lead full lives…Caryl served in the US Army during World War II and later settled in El Cajon, California, while Pierre spent most of his life in Walthill raising three children. Over her career, La Flesche Picotte cared for more than 1,300 patients across a 450-square-mile area.
Saint Patrick’s Day is all about taking time to celebrate being Irish. For me, it’s always felt like a bit of a borrowed holiday, probably because I don’t live in Ireland. Still, I am part Irish…4% to be exact…apparently from the Donegal area. Given the Irish roots and Irish names in my family, I expected that number to be higher, but families have migrated all over the world, and even if they’ve lived somewhere for centuries, it doesn’t mean they started there. I’ve had, and still have, family in Ireland…not that I know them, but I figure that’s enough to claim the day as mine too. It’s also a day to honor the patron saint of Ireland, Saint Patrick, a missionary who helped shift the country from paganism to Christianity in the fifth century, starting in his 40s. The holiday is marked on March 17, the date believed to be the anniversary of his death.
Wearing green on Saint Patrick’s Day is a long-standing tradition, but the reason is tied to legend. The story goes that leprechauns, the mischievous Irish fairy-like creatures, can’t see you if you’re wearing green…and if they can’t see you, they can’t pinch you. Interestingly, before the holiday became popular, leprechauns were 
said to wear red, not green. My, how things change. Nowadays, the pinching tradition has spread far beyond leprechauns themselves. Green also appears in the Irish flag, symbolizing Irish Catholics, with orange representing Protestants and white standing for peace between them. The shade is known as “shamrock green,” inspired by one of Ireland’s national symbols. Saint Patrick famously used the three-leaf clover to explain the Holy Trinity…Father, Son, and Holy Spirit…while the rare four-leaf clover is simply seen as a sign of good luck. Personally, I prefer real blessings over luck.
In America, the day is celebrated with silliness and the “wearin’ of the green,” but the holiday is much different in Ireland. In Ireland, Saint Patrick’s Day truly celebrates Saint Patrick, the country’s patron saint. Though he lived there in the late fourth and early fifth centuries, he wasn’t Irish. In reality, he was a Romano-Briton captured by Irish raiders and enslaved. Making the best of his situation, he set his sights on first, escape, but later on returning as a missionary in Ireland. He is credited with bringing Christianity to the country. This 
makes the holiday a religious one, much like Christmas or Easter. Today, parades, shamrocks, and pints of green Guinness can be found in Ireland, but those are mostly for tourists who see that as the way to celebrate. For most Irish people, it’s not like that, and until 1970, pubs were even required by law to close on Saint Patrick’s Day…a big contrast to how it’s marked in the United States, where it carries a very different meaning. Here it’s all about fun and silliness. We remember the man and celebrate the silliness.
There are areas of vulnerability along any nation’s borders, especially the ports, but some ports are a more high-profile target and therefore need more effective guarding. The Golden Gate Bridge is one of those high-profile targets. Guarding the Golden Gate involved both military defense of the strategic strait and public health measures through the US Quarantine Station on Angel Island. Due to the strategic importance of San Francisco Bay, the US military worked hard to secure the coastal lands around the Golden Gate. This effort started right after the Gold Rush and lasted until the late 1970s. Stretching 25 miles on each side of the Bay’s entrance, the most commanding headlands were armed with big guns, mine casemates, and later, missiles with nuclear warheads. These were housed in solid, well-built structures that still stand today.
The development and spread of these coastal defense batteries mirrored the political, economic, technological, and psychological landscape of the rising American empire. Starting around 1883, as the US transitioned from a defensive stance to an offensive presence on the global stage, a new wave of homeland defense reached the Pacific Coast. Massive guns, positioned farther north and south of the Golden Gate, were built to rival those on enemy battleships. These defenses aimed to free US battleships…many of which were constructed in Bay Area shipyards…to patrol the Pacific and beyond. 
The Golden Gate Strait, which is the gateway to San Francisco Bay, has long been a vital hub for trade, immigration, and military activity. Starting in 1776, Spanish, Mexican, and later American forces guarded it for more than two centuries, very much aware of its strategic value. From the Gold Rush through World War II, the area was reinforced with stronger defenses to secure the passage from potential dangers. This narrow, well-protected channel saw troop ships, commercial goods, and immigrants pass through, making it a key focus for national security.
Along with its military defense, the Golden Gate was also protected against infectious diseases. As a busy seaport, San Francisco often faced outbreaks brought in by arriving ships. In 1882, a steamer from Hong Kong carrying more than 800 passengers, one of them infected with smallpox, was quarantined for weeks on Angel Island. This incident underscored the need for a dedicated quarantine station to stop contagious diseases from spreading into the United States and other ports. The US Quarantine Station remained on the small, windswept island north of the Bay until it closed in 1949. Life there was tough for both the staff and immigrants, reflecting the public health challenges of the time.
Today, Angel Island serves as a California state park, while the Presidio area features historical markers 
honoring the military and public health efforts that once guarded the Golden Gate. The Batteries located at the Golden Gate are Battery Lancaster, Battery Townsley, Battery East Vista, Battery Wallace, and Battery Spencer. Together, these sites highlight the Golden Gate’s dual role as a strategic military location and an important public health checkpoint, showcasing the intersection of national security and disease prevention in US history.
My niece, Kellie Thompson has had a year of great blessing…and many blessings. Since her last birthday, Kellie was married to her husband, Tim Thompson on June 28, 2025; became a mom to Tim’s sweet daughter, Jolene; took a honeymoon cruise to the Caribbean; and found out that Kellie is pregnant with a daughter due in June. It has been a wonderful year of great blessing. Their wedding was a wonderful affair, held in a meadow at the top of a hill overlooking Casper Mountain. It was everything Kellie had dreamed of and everything she wanted it to be, complete with the lack of rain…a miracle in itself for June in Wyoming. It was followed by a beautiful reception and dance held on the viewing terrace of Natrona County International Airport. There were even a few take-off and landings…much to the delight of the little kinds in attendance. Then, they enjoyed the summer with their daughter, Jolene before she had to go back home and back to school.
They took their honeymoon cruise from December 12th to December 21st, 2025. They had a wonderful time 
and very much enjoyed spending part of the winter months in a warm climate. They swam, relaxed, and did a lot of sightseeing. While Kellie had been on a cruise before, it was the first time for Tim. The cool thing was that Kellie knew all to cool things to do, so they had an amazing time. And…as we all know, the food on a cruise ship is absolutely amazing. You should never take a cruise while on a diet, hahaha!! Needless to say, Kellie and Tim had no such restrictions. They enjoyed everything their hearts desired. I’m so happy for them. It was a dream honeymoon.
Kellie is one of the lead singers in our church choir. It is a dream position for her, as singing has always been one of the basic necessities of life!! Kellie sings all the time…at home, in the car, taking a walk, in the shower, and of course, in church. Her little baby very much enjoys all this singing. In fact, Kellie’s little daughter jumps and dances in the womb whenever her mommy is singing. With all the singing Kellie does, that makes for a very active baby. She just loves her “front row seat” to the “Mommy Concert” that she is treated to all day!!
Now, with “Baby Girl Thompson’s” due date coming up fast, Kellie and Tim are busily preparing the nursery for her arrival. They have been painting and putting in new lighting, deciding on the theme, and getting furniture ready. Before long, their home will be filled with the little giggles that always accompany babies!! Their daughter, Jolene can’t wait either. She wanted a little sister. I’m so happy for all of them. Today is Kellie’s birthday. Happy birthday Kellie!! Have a great day!! We love you!!
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