It all happened so fast.  Last weekend, we left the kids at grandma’s and snuck down to sunny San Diego for a company convention, meaning we tacked on several extra days to our stay, turning Derrick’s “work” into our play.  The morning of our departure, as I was bent over the airport kiosk scribbling out a tag for our luggage, I felt Derrick turn toward me.  Looking up, I met his eye to find a luminous–and vaguely familiar–light in it.  Pupils dialated, he grinned