My dear friend Mary Phil and her husband own a farm just outside of Nashville. Mary Phil and I have known each other since what seems like time began, but actually since we were college sophomores, when we would lay in bed and sing Tammy Wynette at the top of our lungs. I was her maid of honor, some 30 years ago, and I have called her every wedding anniversary to cheer their marriage on. I like being part of their marital success.