But I can't help but feel like a deserter. I'm leaving behind my husband, dogs, brothers, friends, and colleagues to protect their persons and properties. Not that I seriously think I'm all that essential to their wellbeing, but I could stand in solidarity and share in the camaraderie. My trip has been planned for a while; it has been months since I have enveloped Maya in hugs and kisses. She is learning an average of five new words a day: she is obsessed with coloring and is blossoming into an artist (something I value considerably) before other people's, not mine, eyes; she is developing her own fashion taste and a sense of humor. I don't want to miss these milestones just because I live 700 miles away. That is why I'm abandoning ship. Please join with me in praying for the safety and protection of loved ones in harm's way.I'm anxious right now. It's Thursday October 6 @ 12:30 and I'm on a plan destined for Chicago and the awaiting arms of my children and an 18 month old granddaughter. I feel almost like a refugee fleeing the approach of Hurricane Mathew as it takes aim for the east coast of my state. Meteorologists are saying Florida hasn't seen the likes of a storm of this magnitude since Hurricane Andrew in 19. Even the three 2004 hurricanes hitting Central Florida did not look this ominous.