Dear Wigleaf,

Postcards make me think about distance which makes me think about my daughter. You see, she's off at college right now, and while she's only three hours away, she might as well be on the moon.

I know these days we have texting and video chat and whatever, but still. I wasn't there when she hit the deer the other night and didn't know what to do. And I wasn't there to taste that dinner she made. The one so good she called it "magical." And I'm not there every time she feels even a little bit lonely.

My dear Wigleaf, am I being too dramatic? No wait, don't answer that. Sometimes we need to be too dramatic. Sometimes we need to stay up all night worrying about the little things—if she's drinking enough water, if she has enough money, if she's making nice friends. Because if these little things aren't everything, then what are we doing?

Anyway, thanks for listening. And hey, if you happen to see her before I do, please let her know her dad says hi. And that he's really proud of her.

-Eric