Forrest carefully tucked Lauren, the last of our five children, into her car seat as a sudden gush of wind caught the bottom of his coat, causing it to flap wildly behind him. The wind was unusually bad, making the short drive to the airport difficult. From the passenger's seat, I watched Forrest’s knuckles grip the top of the steering wheel as he fought to keep our minivan from drifting into the next lane. It seemed a fitting metaphor to describe the past year – it had been a real white-knuckle ride!