Hello. How ’bout that ride in? I guess that’s why they call it the Hartsfield Airport. You guys might not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack. But when I met Ryan and we got married, I knew he was one of my own. And our wolf pack… it grew by one. So there… there were two of us in the wolf pack… I was alone first in the pack, and then Ryan joined in later. And eight years ago, when Ryan introduced me to you guys, I thought, “Wait a second, could it be?” And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves, running around the airport together, in Atlanta, looking for a flight and good times. So tonight, I make a toast! Sunday morning last week wasn't an ordinary Sunday. It was the day Ryan, Kayla, Adam and I were flying from Atlanta into Florida to start the Doss family vacation. June 10th turned into a memory we will never forget! We packed up on Saturday night wit...