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Morning at Skylark

W1 Fulton Log — Game Day Reflection

Coffee’s warm.

Air’s quiet.

Base is steady.

We pulled into Lackland early this morning after a maze of turns, barricades, Truettner, Trooper, and some unexpected military discipline on full display.

Bella’s locked in, focused.

Barbi’s calm, kind, collected.

Me—I’m sipping coffee in front of Skylark Bowling Center, watching light settle over jets, uniforms, and long-earned stripes.

I don’t take mornings like this for granted.

Not after seven years of tournaments, not after detours that became memories.

Not when your daughter’s carrying bowling balls and purpose like they were made for each other.

We’re on base—but this whole life is a base.

Foundation. Discipline. Routine. Love.

Sometimes you’re late.

Sometimes you miss a turn.

Sometimes you end up seeing a stealth bomber and realize—

You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

So here we are.

Coffee. Family. Game day.

And the kind of peace that only shows up when you’re still enough to notice it.