What Is Courage?

Last night, as I talked to my friend Megen on the phone, my husband plopped down on the couch across from me and munched on an apple, looking through the window (the curtain was closed, mind you) in rapt awe of ... something. Who knows. We were talking about something mundane, maybe my kids or her second-grade class, when Travis, still looking off into the distance several minutes later, stopped chewing on his apple and looked blankly at me, declaring, "All courage is vanity." Then he wandered off. I giggled and relayed the message to Megen, who, having known Travis for years, said, "Do you ever write this stuff down? You need to write this stuff down." I agreed, and so a blog is born.