My husband and I rarely do date nights. This is mostly because life is hectic and we are too cheap to hire a babysitter and go out. Yes, I admitted it. We are too cheap to go out anymore. However this last Saturday, we went out. To the cemetery. To look at burial plots. For us. We met with the kind Mrs. Gresham, who oversees the goings on of the city cemetery. My father in law joined us because he knew a little more family history about the relatives who are already deceased - I mean, you want to know who you might be buried next to! Yes, this is our reality. We plan as much as we can to prepare for the unexpected. I'm sure God laughs at us, but we don't want to leave a mess behind when He calls us home. We have three kids and the youngest is special needs, or differently abled, or whatever politically correct word you think you need to use. The painfully obvious point of our reality is that we will always need to plan for our precious Kaydence to have care in place should so